In our town we wake up early every day
It's seven A.M., It's today, September twelfth
It's early morning all across our Commonwealth
Shaking off Jim Crow and most hyperbole
Recalling Uncle Joe and early Harper Lee
Perfect southern gothic history.
 
A young boy was murdered, he was only ten
This anniversary has been replayed in town since then
Except that his family, they can't live it again
Our town's secret mystery.
 
The blinding light of dreams in black and white
Mostly hidden til the sun goes down
Why would we speak the fears that come at night
The secret nightmares of our town.
 
We're in love with cars, and we love to drive
Drive to our jobs and drive our kids to school
Drive-up Golden Arches, drive-by Golden Rules
There's more to safety than dangers you can see
I'll look out for you if you look out for me
Fear is the root of our family tree.
 
On this glorious day, the NASA Voyager One probe
Has exited the Solar System, billions of miles from our globe
Travelling to distant suns may be Mankind's only hope
To solve Earth's mysteries
 
The blinding light of dreams in black and white
Mostly hidden til the sun goes down
Why would we speak the fears that come at night
The secret nightmares of our town.

Copyright: Downtown Music Publishing
Writer(s): Bruce Hornsby, Chip Dematteo