Brattleboro, Vermont

There is a small town In the eastern mountains I have lived there For just a short while And the things I've seen Are youth crushed by dreams Youth crushed by adults Youth crushed by TVs Dreams coming t halt And it's the doctors' fault The heights of heartbreak And the vastness of joy Lie in the cold shade By the thousand dollar toy It's Saturday night In the small handful of lights There are drunkards that cry And professionals And I I am throbbing Soul bouncing off The interior of skin Never enough Never enough Never enough Never enough Never enough Inertia