Goodnight tomorrow is moving day

Everything's in boxes waiting for

This extended holiday

Displaced, swallowed by the sprawl

Sometimes the grandest openings

Also the darkest curtain calls

Pavement tattooed horizons

Left landscapes bruised and blackened

Another town laid to rest

On the trophy shelf of progress

The greatlands eat the heartland

The bells ring "we sell for less"

Development - we regress

The savior's come to rescue

Another dead end town

The floodgates flew open

Now we're sunken and eroded

And deafening jingles fill the empty holes

Goodnight! The blueprint's drawn

Boxes packed - the day is done