It Gets Lonely In A Small Town - Greg Brown

Young woman with a child

Living all alone

On a hot night in the summer

With the television on

«Goodnight Mama»

Says the child

From a crib by the tv

And the woman washes two plates and cups

'til they are way past clean

And the blue flares of the tv screen-

Heat lightening, inside and out

Oh, it gets lonely in a small town

When midnight, rolls around

An old woman at her sewing

By a rusty oil stove

The snow has covered everything

The years have covered love

Oh, they buried him two years ago

In six feet of black dirt

She lives in just one room now-

She’s still mending his shirts

And the white flares of the memories-

Moonlight, inside and out

Oh, it gets lonely, in a small town

When midnight, rolls around

Way out at the edge of town

Looking at the flat lands

You can’t help but wonder if he’s still got

The whole world in his hands

Oh, there seems to be so much more sky

Every evening and morn

And the only song you ever hear

Is the crickets in the corn

And the red flares of the sunset-

One more day, falling down

Oh, it gets lonely in a small town

When midnight, rolls around

Yeah, it gets lonely in a small town

When midnight, rolls around