It was mid-July Midnight off exit 105 Backpack full of spray cans Colors I could find Bugs were biting and humming songs Dropped my flashlight but carried on I shake as I climb The water tower in the sky That cranes above the pines And dying flowers I slip and I fall Your name still written on the wall In letters three foot tall The water tower Just like the rest You never moved away from here Married young And when the weather's clear You squint and see it from your yard We left this town a scar I shake as I climb The water tower in the sky That cranes above the pines And dying flowers I slip and I fall Your name Still written on the wall The water tower Too expensive to demolish The tower yet remains A monument of loss Sneering at the highway Now protected by a gate Sun bleaches paint and I fade