Radio

Missing pages
Forgotten ages
The wise men
Tried to write the history of this town
Generations
Of destinations
Time
Rearranging footprints on the ground
But life is a radio
Go on, change the station
The music is playing
Even when you turn it down
Everybody’s swearing
By a different map
I’ve seen a few
Just close their eyes and run
It’s a one way road
Over a high mountain pass
Raise a glass and light a candle
For whoever you come from
Everybody has a friend
Who left for good one day
This hometown has no way
Of keeping anyone around