Photograph by Richard Lund

Photograph by Richard Lund

They found the city never sleeps,

People walk cloaked in whiskey dreams,

Bartering their money on a chance,

Hope comes for free,

But not the romance,

We build them up,

Just to break them down,

No magic carpet rides here,

Just bad rugs and plastic fakes,

Come on small town girls,

Meet me at the intersection,

Of Glitz and Glamour,

Next line you’ll be in,

Was chopped on a mirror,

Destiny is calling,

Is what they say,

Hope that ticket was round trip,

Your headed back home today.


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