Not a Soul To Remember

Been over two scores plus ten
Since the last wedding gown
No fortune and no fame
Was ever born of this town
No glorious tales of moving out west
The weeds and the wild seeds
Are the only crops left
Never a tear shed
And not a soul to remember

Been over two scores plus ten
Since the last child was born
The fabric here is frayed
Moth-eaten and torn
Railroad ties and tracks overgrown
Truck stops and motels with vacancy shown
Never a tear shed
And not a soul to remember

Neither church bells or town halls
Ring with a-calling
Never the echo of loving or brawling
Never a tear shed
And not a soul to remember

Been over two scores plus ten
Since the lake’s been waded
Rotted woods, fallen windows
And pictures past faded
Silent streets that were once
Horse-carriage ridden, walked bicycled
Cross roads all dead ended
Never a tear shed
And not a soul to remember