The altar boys are sneaking cigarettes
The friends and neighbours offering their regrets
The station wagons in the pouring rain
And all that water going down the drain
A white lace dress for when I turn thirteen
And a bright red stain that wouldn't quite come clean
Walking by the football field
Trying out my sex appeal
While all around the leaves are turning brown
This used to be my town
He waited by the swing-set in the park
He tore at my new raincoat in the dark
And all that I could think about was
Getting through and getting out
And how the night could fall without a sound
This used to be my town
I'm flying through the clouds as white as snow
I'm looking at the people down below
The whole world holds its breath for me
The priest evokes eternity
And everywhere the rain is pouring down
This used to be my town
This used to be my town