Borger, TX
Three days of driving Three days of riding In the backseat To the middle of nowhere Where the air is brown with dirt Crusted and thick it sits in the cracks of trees and chokes the sun Black mist spews from smoke stacks I climbed a tree wearing white And when I came down My clothes were black From Pittsburgh To this tiny town With no movie theatre And one high school I wanted out of here The Dairy Queen shut down The bowling alley reigned supreme With buzzing neon lights An ancient witness to smoke-filled nights It's where I first felt What it was like To not be able To breathe That was the night that asthma found me And I choked in the dark And panic flooded my heart Here...Take an ice cube to calm down But it didn't and... I couldn't breathe In that place In that town From point guard To the bench Asbestos filled buildings sag in disrepair In the air there's a steady toxic stench Like rotting eggs or burning rubber Cracked side