Verse 1

You pass the pharmacy with dust on your coat

The sign hangs crooked above the empty road

At the bus stop, a man keeps folding his hands

Like he’s waiting for a place that no longer stands

Pre-Chorus

We know each other by the way we stare

Past cracked glass, through the vacant air

Chorus

This town is standing, but nobody’s home

We wear our faces like coats worn thin

You call my name and it lands like a stone

I turn around, but I’m not there within

Verse 2

The schoolyard gate swings in the wind all day

A red ball rests where the weeds have grown gray

You save two cups on the kitchen shelf