Ghost Town

Blow this popsicle stand and watch all the sticks clatter.
This is only the beginning and that's all the really matters.
I'm leaving on a train tonight,I'm leaving on a train..
I wish I could leave faster but I cant afford a plane.
I'm leaving this ghost town,nothing good remains.
I wanna pack you all up with me and never return again.
This town is going no where and the dust is endless dear.
The tumbleweeds forever blowing, we'll never find an end to this here.
Sunset in my hair and beating down on my eyes,
I'm finally getting out of here it may come as a surprise.
This place won't hold me back any more,this ghost town won't be my demise.
I'm getting out alive,take a deep breath and let it out, here we go, "wee".
Ill be back every now and then,hope you decide to leave with me,that's all I can ask for.
I really hate to leave you in this dying place but a line on a map is all you have to trace to find me once more.
I'm waving good-bye and weeping happy tears, its been real but a waste of 22 years.
So pack your bags,save up and be ready to go..
When I come back on the next train away we will go.