April 8, 2015

Sunday Town

 

In days gone by this town was going places
A golden age my old man would say
Bright honkytonks and bars
Dealerships, shining cars
The Palace Theatre lit up Old Harbor Way
Growing up this town felt like a city
Riding shotgun Dad’s beat up Chevrolet
Too soon the suburbs sprawled
Wal-Mart tore its heart out
And the turnpike took the cars away.

Chorus:
Now it’s a sleepy little Sunday town
Sleepy little Sunday town
Full of souvenirs
Run down five and dimes
Crammed with memories
Of grander times
Full of shattered dreams
Neon vacancy signs
Empty street cafes
No need to stand in line
In a sleepy little Sunday
Sleepy little Sunday town

The steel works closed, did no one see it coming?
Twelve thousand jobs, lives poured down the drain
Most left the neighborhood
Got out first chance they could
There’d be no phoenix rising from the flames
Time drags on, these streets once full and busy
Now parking lots, barren strips of grey
I heard ‘The Crow Bar’ closed
Hard times hit my home town
Now it feels like Sunday every day

Chorus:
Now it’s a sleepy little Sunday town
Sleepy little Sunday town
Full of souvenirs
Run down five and dimes
Crammed with memories
Of grander times
Full of shattered dreams
Neon vacancy signs
Empty street cafes
No need to stand in line
In a sleepy little Sunday
Sleepy little Sunday town

Bridge:
Now you can park anywhere on Main Street
Cruise the sidewalks lined with broken dreams
Just sit back and wait for tumbleweeds
And wonder how it might have been

Chorus:
Now it’s a sleepy little Sunday town
Sleepy little Sunday town
Full of souvenirs
Run down five and dimes
Crammed with memories
Of grander times
Full of shattered dreams
Neon vacancy signs
Empty street cafes
No need to stand in line
In a sleepy little Sunday
Sleepy little Sunday town
It’s a sleepy little Sunday
Sleepy little Sunday town

© Martin Robley / Paul White 2015