Pat LePoidevin

I fill up the gas and it makes me think What it means to be from this little town where I feel Like a less charming man And I head downtown to the baseball diamond and see Another building being built With more fake grass and a little tree and a man

I picked up the telephone on one thousand nine hundred fifty four calls To tell you I love you To tell you I'm done today and that I'm making the drive to that town in Wyoming State The place where you once told me where my grandfather lay Over in th

I was born in the crosshairs Of a fire underground I want to dig out all the rest Of the lonely city lights to tell You want a chance as a cheater You want to move to a mountain town You want to leave those streets alone Let them fall to the plants a

Check in last Sunday night Wait for a hard working man Long talks run in disguise Look for a place to rest I want to run for Hideaway Park With the wolves, they'll show you down the mountain To the water and dust Set beneath this valley town and real