I wrote this after driving along Route 1 through the coastal towns of Maine. There were so many boarded up old buildings, their doors closed for good. I think we can all relate to the changes that have happened over the years as business moves away from small communities. Independence becomes dependence. It's a shame.
lyrics
My town was once a place on the map
Was more than a place for a trucker to nap
Was once filled with commerce and industry
Now it’s just a shell of what it used to be
This road it has change and the traffic’s now slow
What once was a highway is now a back road
And the business that once called these four walls its home
Is gone, gone, gone
We used to see tourists and town folk alike
The children would ride on the streets on their bikes
But now we are bypassed to where big box is king
And the last of our shops spend the seasons struggling
This road it has change and the traffic’s now slow
What once was a highway is now a back road
And the business that once called these four walls its home
Is gone, gone, gone
My glass is all broken glass , my windows are gone
A rusted old pick-up truck still sits on the lawn
It’s for sale sign has been bleached by the sun
Potential buyers we haven’t seen one
This road it has change and the traffic’s now slow
What once was a highway is now a back road
And the business that once called these four walls its home
Is gone, gone, gone
credits
released February 7, 2012
words and music - Matt Carter
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