For Terra Alta
It’s not a bad town they say
Sure there are problems—
The kids smoke pot down by the tracks,
And there are people by the sewage plant
Living in shacks.
Not a single stop light in town
To slow down the world’s progress,
But our one cop will give you a ticket
If you are an out-of-towner and digress.
We use to have a big resort
Outside of town,
She was our claim to fame,
A small speck of renown.
Now it’s closing up
Leaving the town accountants to do desperate math
How do you save a town
Without a path?
Because we’re not the future
And we can’t find out past--
It was hanging from a ghost train
That left town too fast.
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