Midwestern

All the drugs are all gone now
And all your friends are gone, too
And now you face the day alone
With no-one to blame but you
And you might say «how did I get here?
They said I had so much potential…»
Out here in the cold
Where the rain and the snow are always torrential
And now you’re calling out to the sky
Sometimes you pray to god to die
And didn’t we used to say
We’d rise above it all some day
You’re a far cry from sixteen
On the back of some delinquent’s motorbike
You said your town was too small
For a girl to be whoever she likes
So you came here to the city
With its midwestern offerings of culture
And when the vices found you
On the walk home from school
They descended like vultures
And now you’re calling out to the sky
As your life passes you by
And didn’t I used to say
Some day I’ll be digging your grave
All you learned here was pity
All you ever knew how to do was drink
But in the back of a police car
You might have a little time to think
You might say «how did I get here?
They said I had so much potential»
Out here in the cold
Where the rain and the snow are always torrential
And now you call out to the sky
But would you stop to reason why?
And didn’t we used to say
We’d rise above it all
Some day
Some day