If I could see past these trees that stand like sticks waiting to be burned. And if these signs on these streets lived up to their prestige then perhaps it wouldn't get worse. And tumbleweeds have come to sweep This town to shreds And tumbleweeds have come to sweep This town to shreds The shadows have a glorious time Creating myths of bustling lives To make up for whose moved out And with the curse of ghosts that roam in malls And with a population stuck answering calls Who can blame them for moving out? And tumbleweeds have come to sweep This town to shreds And tumbleweeds have come to sweep This town to shreds