Nothing much happens here anymore.
They're shutting down the lines;
They're boarding up the stores.
Their shotguns and their pick-up trucks,
The railroad and the rolling stock.
Nothing much happens here anymore.
You can shut your eyes and pray for rain,
Hope it puts the fire out.
There's nothing in this wide world
That's gonna do that.
So you dream about tomorrow.
Yes you dream about tomorrow.
From the hills outside the town I see lights.
They're stretching through the darkness to the shore-line.
Your blonde hair and your polka dots,
Your cat's eyes and the loving shocks.
Nothing much happens here now you're gone.
You can shut your eyes and pray for rain,
Hope it puts the fire out.
There's nothing in this wide world
That's gonna do that.
So you dream about tomorrow.
Yes you dream about tomorrow.