Hometown gets buried in the rubble left behindnwhen memories are like a ghost train coming down the linenand that whistle causes people to fleenI got two coal cars watching over mennA young boy asked me ‘Sir where are you gonna go?’n‘this town ain’t big enough for what I’m gonna know.’nI said son go and see what you need to seenI got two coal cars watching over mennSince my father pointed them outnthis town hasn’t looked the samenthey finally got them to the topnjust as their world changed