well the banks of the river run through my hometown born on the dirt roads, and i scraped my knees well they paved the roads eventually with neon signs and car dealerships and diners the soldiers fill the hotels on the weekends i saw the pretty women as i walked through town i moved away soon as i turned sixteen figured i was old enough to go and work a job well i floated down main street. pools of carlights overcame me wishin' i was still back home jacksonville's a city with a hopeless streetlight seems like you're lucky if it ever changes red to green i was born in an abundance of inherited sadness with 50 cent picture frames bought at a five and dime i ended up a soldier on the weekend looking for a vacancy i wasn't able to find somewhere the night sky hangs like a blanket shoot it with my capgun just to make it seem like stars
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