The abandoned church in the city
Has haunting memories,
I can hear God\'s voice in this church
What fond memories
Float around this place?
Such beautiful voices lie upon the ground
This city is a dump, yet my heart dwells near
Abandoned homes and broken down cities
Are the brace of America
Yet here I stand on an open road
With tears as thick as thieves,
And tomorrow lights up an open road
With a woman in the sun
Oh hail to open fire...the violence has just begun
Who do you believe
In this open hour,
Where thieves and grass contend?
Oh Thomas Edison, where\'s our light?
To cast lightning upon this place would be impossible
I sink in the open road
With dire despair
And the truth of all truths will be revealed
And the great church of revelry
Will be stoned by God
For there is sunlight on the way...
For in the city of Gary, I fear for everyone
Yet there are pieces of beauty that remain
Concrete trucks and relevant cars
Dwell on the side of the road
And present eyes are still bound
To empty streets and trashy grounds
My heart is bound...but it\'s still near
The morning bell has rung
Oh screeching Hamlet, what do you say now?
For you will forever be my fish in a pond
What kind of greatness does this world provide?
For the casting of stones is lucrative
Why not save this burning bride
Walking down Jackson Way?