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