Tin Floor

The roads are gone your house is changed
The city had another name
And everyone was lookin' round for you
The mayor left he stole your shoes
The bike you rode was on the news
And everyone was leavin' to find you
But we can’t talk to you like that
We have talked to you in the past
Reading books about your buildings now
'Cause everytime you pack your chairs
Every day you wear your hair
Everywhere is tryin' not to care
I don’t care (at all)
I won’t talk to you like that
I will talk to you in past
Writing books about your buildings now