I am in love with life,

but sometimes I forget. This song helps me remember.

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A million tents and trailers will cover the open desert
your kids will learn again
how to build a fire,
where to look for water
and the families are bound together now
by the fall of all the great cities,
finally,
to sing out their stories and their histories
of hunger and of victory
back into the old gypsy circles where
the swaying girls will
play out the old rituals
the boys will be delirious
but desperate and serious
the chasin will be furious

the drums and the rain
will come together
howlin
the cities are all lost but the circle is found
that will
tie us together
my kind of town

who were you before the fall?
I was a singer
saw the future laid out in dominoes
now I hunt the buffaloes

and my darlin, who were you,
behind the counter with the day memorized
and those cold vacant eyes

well you swore you were free
swore you could see him comin'
it was Old Angel Midnight,
starin you down
he's stealing the water right out of the ground
and the news may be true,
but the facts were never found
and the market it is dead and the phone lines are down
but it ties us together
my kind of town