The day is dimming down as the Ohio night comes alive
And the boys try to look as tough as the muscle cars they drive
Together we speed the beat of the street pulse down to the market square
Where girls with chill intentions await us with flowers in their hair
The night becomes a blur as it all happens much too fast
I hold onto each moment a little too long as it slips into the past
I cry out a desperate plea for this night to never end
We’re breaking it all in a place where nothing’s meant to bend

It’s a night of living
In a town of the dead

Firmly gripping the reins of this runaway carousel whirl
Whilst ripping the pains of this stagnant one-horse burgh
Pretending that the future is as wide open as our hearts
In this life nothing provides as much light as the dark
Wannabe troubadours trotting the line of what is sang and what is spoken
Can’t put these feelings to rest unless they are once awoken
Discovering self at a pace that could set a soul on fire
Embers crumbling from the tip of this freedom pyre

It’s a night of living
In a town of the dead

Thrust from the grasp of unintended confines right into the haze
Struggling to find my way, no shortcuts to the end of this maze
The melodies of poorly played folk tunes ringing in my mind
It’s this existence to which I’ve been resigned
As the leaves form, grow, molt and fall to the ground
All along I look forward to the sound
Of engines roaring and the girls singing and guitars falling apart
I turn my back to the light and put on my facade and descend into the dark

It’s a night of living
In a town of the dead

Misplaced, disillusioned, broken, betrayed
Desperate, maligned, thirsty, and dismayed
Gathering like flies on a midsummer light’s beam
Flying high until the source disconnects the dream

and that’s life.

-Tyler Woodbridge

11-27-08