Frontier Ruckus - Rosemont lyrics

Oh I know everybody here's been dying to get back to Rosemont Street But that road was made of flesh and now it's dead and now it's beat The sun burnt past every rock across the street from that cracked lot Detroit air just breaths away and that sun died in a petrified way Onto the driveway, table napkins blown away Into the alleyway and summer is the strangest time of day I've seen beauty far upstate A century is all it takes To turn a homestead to the ground But there is one thing that I found I ain't seen these things in vain And deep outside the siren's wailing far from me on the still night And through the yards the spores are sailing on the toes of those dreams in flight To the north...back and forth Our moments make us off-ramp islands where language tramps and falls to silence Oh to forget...the T.V. set And images of stranger feelings rape our walls and wallpaper our ceilings I've seen beauty far upstate A century is all it takes To turn a homestead to the ground But there is one thing that I found I ain't seen these things in vain I was born to the lawnmower's crying And the drying of our gilded lot Trust in God when our roofs are sighing, again And the hill is crying thanks a lot Watertowers are drunker than grandfathers But they're equally happy All that's golden was once eternally unfoldin' Now dusktime is the glimpse to see it... But I'm a burstin' piece, a questionin' priest, like a politician out east I've seen swimming pools full of darkness, on the brightest moonlit nights And I've seen fairgrounds, heard their sounds, and in that ground lies just what I've found Basements are now all we got with decade shades and days that rot Landbirds flew over my head, flag at half mast no one is dead Oh I know that that's not true, but we're so desp'rate, what else can we do? I've seen beauty far upstate A century is all it takes To turn a homestead to the ground But there is one thing that I found I ain't seen these things in vain And everybody dying here has made it back to Rosemont Street The roses shake, the sidewalk aches and Detroit air is hissing at our feet