Midwest Main Street

Lost dog over the train tracks
Moonlight falls on a Midwest main street
Where all of the dogs eat good meat
And nobody shows their real face
Over the train tracks all the stoplights fail

Hometown, same as you left it
Pants down, cigarettes hung from a keychain
Jean jackets reek in the warm rain
What ever happened to Sweet Jane?
She went from Velvet to Junkie and hung her head in shame

Old ghosts ride in the back seat
Dead friends sleep in the cafes
New loves beg for attention
Pull your heart back in their direction
Last call, over the train tracks all those lost dogs howl