Capital Cities

Empty milltowns, centuries' dust collects. Crumbling brick and chip-sealed roads go. Hearts are beating but our limbs won't move.
Vibrant past got up and moved on.
Here we stay in abandoned lives.
Things will change and things will stay the same.
Desolation becomes our home now. Counting seconds, days, and months, years pass.
Evading progress, remain hollow.
We can move, but we'll still be here. Sometimes sleepwalk through the days, eyes closed.
Sometimes don't wake up at all.
Stars on maps hold up a past prestige as grey concrete and carless streets sigh. Here we stay in abandoned lives.
No way out of these abandoned towns. We can move, but we'll stay right here.