Rough Town - Bronze Radio Return

«Where you from?»

he asks*

«Oh no, that city I always pass»

He told me he heard it’s so hard to last

On a rising star, that seems to be sinking fast

The bad news travels here so fast

While the tales of the good never will reach the mass

But I live here among the broken glass

It’s not what you see, it’s how you will make it last

From the late light after all the day is gone

When everybody leaves and the trouble comes along

There’s not quite a welcome sign aglow

It’s a rough town man, a rough town I know

The sound bites of dying city noise

Are a fraction of the action that no one here enjoys

If you hold tight and you listen past the lows

It’s a rough town now, it’s my rough town I know

«Hold your tongue, man» I say

‘Cause it’s easy to scoff and underestimate

All the things you can’t relate to

Is the fabric I keep my memories sewn to