Goodnight tomorrow is moving day   Everything's in boxes waiting for   This extended holiday   Displaced, swallowed by the sprawl   Sometimes the grandest openings   Also the darkest curtain calls   Pavement tattooed horizons   Left landscapes bruised and blackened   Another town laid to rest   On the trophy shelf of progress   The greatlands eat the heartland   The bells ring "we sell for less"   Development - we regress   The savior's come to rescue   Another dead end town   The floodgates flew open   Now we're sunken and eroded   And deafening jingles fill the empty holes   Goodnight! The blueprint's drawn   Boxes packed - the day is done