Midwestern - Quiet Hollers

All the drugs are all gone now

And all your friends are gone, too

And now you face the day alone

With no-one to blame but you

And you might say «how did I get here?

They said I had so much potential…»

Out here in the cold

Where the rain and the snow are always torrential

And now you’re calling out to the sky

Sometimes you pray to god to die

And didn’t we used to say

We’d rise above it all some day

You’re a far cry from sixteen

On the back of some delinquent’s motorbike

You said your town was too small

For a girl to be whoever she likes

So you came here to the city

With its midwestern offerings of culture

And when the vices found you

On the walk home from school

They descended like vultures

And now you’re calling out to the sky

As your life passes you by

And didn’t I used to say

Some day I’ll be digging your grave

All you learned here was pity

All you ever knew how to do was drink

But in the back of a police car

You might have a little time to think

You might say «how did I get here?

They said I had so much potential»

Out here in the cold

Where the rain and the snow are always torrential

And now you call out to the sky

But would you stop to reason why?

And didn’t we used to say

We’d rise above it all

Some day

Some day