Newspaper face against the ground Phantom bus pass through violet town On its way through the yellow fields Past the graying fences
When I'm here I have this feeling I don't want to know In violate town
Big trees throw shade that falls around The empty streets of violet town Gardeners the houses stand And eyes in windows, strange
Big truth progresses never to be found I walk the corners straight to violet town And I tell you sometimes when we're old Of the useless boy and his dream