i sit around in this rusty town
and watch the trains go by

its all thats left on a saturday night
if drivin in circles ain't your idea of a good time

i hope someday I get to leave this rusty town,
fore either it or me dies

the people who live here in this rusty town,
they think its alright

just like someone whos never seen the sun
might be happy with the night

i was born and bred in this rusty town,
just like a lot of folks i know

but i got trade school dreams of higher things
gonna pack my bags and go

the hills that surround this old rusty town
seem to be sky high

seems like dreams ought to survive
a little further than the county line

i watch the sun set on this rusty town
and in the fading light

just for a moment it wears a glorious crown
of golden summer night