Cracked car parks, abandoned malls Cheap guitars, and KC halls Vestiges of springs and falls, long gone Freaks and friends that I once knew Will they smile like they used to Will they still be there for you, at all Even the old growth trees Even the air we breath It's hard to know if we can rely on anything Black mold basements and fenced in yards Rhapsodizing in packed out cars One can hope it's in the cards for you But this place is like a column of stone Many moons for it to grow Phases they will come and they will go And with each passing day It becomes easy to say The more things change more things stay the same