Today we found Mrs. Froggy's shut down
The soil over Mr. Jeremiah already settled down
The breath is leaving this little town
And Has been ever since the railroad was torn out
The root beer saloon's light's still on
With the same lost woman who cursed our youth
New age fetishes that line the booths
Most the tourists have come and gone
There sits Grandma Weissman's store
As a child i played on her shag-carpet floor
And ate Nanna's cheesecake--we always wanted more
I don't know where all the time goes
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