How does it feel to get stuck in that small town
where it’s grey all day?
Nobody – not even the sun-
comes out to play
and everyone’s smiling; but the smiles are upside down.

How does it feel
to stay in that small town
where nothing ever happens
where the wind doesn’t change;
whispers that same old tired mellow tune
And you watch your step as you go along
lest you tread
on shards of broken dreams,
whose spirits dance in the pondwater’s reflection
and the echoes call from the woods.

Will you ever get out
of that small town
where haunted clubs still stand?
Painful reminders of haunted love and almost-love
And you walk through the empty building with an empty feeling,
see the soul of your ex-lover dancing with someone new
and you watch with tears in your eyes
whilst reminiscing all the moments you went through.

And maybe some days it’s just you and the stars at night
and when you tell them your fears
when you tell them you’re lost
when you tell them you’re afraid
when you tell them about your broken dreams
when you tell them about your heartache
They’ll shine brighter for you
and tell you someday somehow it will be okay.

if you ever leave that ghost town
where nothing ever happens
I hope you remember the stars
I hope you remember the heartache
I hope you remember the wind
I hope you remember the frowns
I hope you remember the broken dreams
Because they once were a part of you.