Ashland
It all started with a match, or a lit cigarette
A frame shop up in flames
What a coincidence
On the first of the month, it's time to cut those checks
No matter what happens, it lies in the past
And we progress

Hey you, on some lonely afternoon
Did you dream you would end up here?
Threw away the old home
And the old dream with it too
For something new

It started with an itch that begged to be scratched
A memory of metropolis maps
The thrill of this life's never knowing what comes next
But still we try, we pry and inspect

And we defect

Hey you, on some sunny avenue
Did you dream you would end up here?
Threw away the old home
And the old dream with it too
For something new
Hey you, on some stormy afternoon
Did you dream you would be right here?
Society just a mile away
Iron city's open gates
Don't be afraid