Looking out my window
Expecting cowboys to run from the saloon
And have a gunfight in the main street
But another 18-wheeler drives by
What was this town like?
Did everything look the same?
Or is everything and everyone a victim of time?
The tumble weed rolls by
Like a scene from an old western movie
But this is today
The town seems untouched by what the future can bring
The Cities, the buildings
So far from this life
This town is not dead
It holds the past, it holds memories
It shows how cities grow, how life began
From desertion.