i was feeling uninspired so i got in my carndrove around about an hour but i didn't get too farni never left these same old streets or this the same old pathni asked the same old questions that i always asknlike, why do i keep wasting so much gas?nso i stopped in at the lookout and i wound up looking downnon these mountains and these hillsides that took no pity on this townni looked into the valley that used to hold the floodni saw the mills that used to pump this city's bloodnall just skeletons and fairy tales to usnbut like a camera needs a photographernthese riverbanks just need a little rainnjust like the cost of our lives keeps fallingni keep on trying to explainnexactly who i am and who i have to blamenfor this view of johnstown from atop the inclined planenput a quarter in the telescope and you can almost make it outnthe artspace that they're opening right outside downtownnit's going to be our hearts, it's going to be our souls,nit's going to take the place of work and church and schoolnif it doesn't get shut down by city councilnbut every time god closes one doornhe opens another chain storenthe last time i came home from tournthis part of town looked like a town i'd seen a thousand times beforenbut like a singer doesn't need a reason to singnthis city needs no reason for its painnjust like the population keeps on droppingni keep on trying to explainnexactly who i am and who i have to blamenfor this view of johnstown from atop the inclined planenand they say come back. come back. the flood is overnbut i say, come back. come back. the flood has just begun.