The factory clock stopped at seven When the final truck pulled out Now the weeds grow through the parking lot And silence fills the houses Dad still wears his Sunday jacket To a church they couldn’t sell Mom keeps every graduation card Inside the old motel In the last small town The flags still rise, the shops shut down Everybody knows who left Nobody says who let them drown Still the porch lights come alive Like a promise holding ground There are hearts still beating In the last small town Jenny works three jobs in winter Billy drives an hour for school Politicians pass through smiling Then forget the golden rule But on Fridays by the river Someone brings a radio And the children dance on concrete Where the grain trucks used to go Don’t call us history We haven’t disappeared A place is more than money When the people still live here In the last small town We’ll turn the empty signs around Plant a garden by the station Make a future from the ground Let the distant towers shine We don’t need to make a sound There are hearts still beating In the last small town
