doug alan wilcox

Lyrics

THE STEEPLES RISE AGAINST THE BLUE
A WILLOW WEEPS INTO THE STREAM THAT RUNS
BENEATH A BRIDGE, BESIDE THE HOUSES
IN THIS SMALL TOWN
PICKET FENCES IN A ROW
AND THIS WORLD GOES SLOW
AN OLDER WISDOM SPEAKS MY NAME
IN GREEN HILLS 'ROUND THIS SMALL TOWN
A TRAFFIC LIGHT, A HURRIED DRIVER
INTERRUPTS MY REVERIE
I'M BEHIND THE WHEEL BUT DREAMING ONCE AGAIN
A FEELING THAT WE'VE LOST OUR WAY
AND NEVER WILL FIND HOME
AND MY LIFE'S SO FAST,
EVER CHANGING, MOVING ON
WHERE IS MY SMALL TOWN?
PICTURES 'NEATH A HAZY GLASS MEMORIES OF THINGS NOT MEANT TO LAST
REFLECTIONS OF A USED-TO-BE
THE STEEPLES RISE AGAINST THE BLUE
IN THIS SMALL TOWN

copyright Doug Alan Wilcox / Wednesday Morning Records