I fill up the gas and it makes me think What it means to be from this little town where I feel Like a less charming man And I head downtown to the baseball diamond and see Another building being built With more fake grass and a little tree and a man Has a heart attack Well this is the town that's built on banded stilts This is the town that's barely holding on This is the place we used to raise our sheep This is the town where coach McCormick sleeps There's a man on first and third, he's full of dirt, swingin' his luck There's a reason that I walked this far My polaroid turning on high I know I should be back in bed, oh papa shake your head You'll miss, I know you're gonna miss again Because this is the town that's built on banded stilts Oh this is the town that's barely holding on This is the place we used to raise our sheep This is the town where coach McCormick sleeps Another baseball field has passed away The photograph is set in time behind the glass downstairs...