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