Dust Of This Town
Written by Jack Sundrud, Craig Bickhardt and Allison Mellon

We were down at the DeVille, every Saturday
A bunch of wide eyed kids, for the matinee
Never knew the roof was leaking, never felt the plaster fall
Didn’t know that good things could end with a wrecking ball
Till that old movie house came crashing down in a cloud

And the dust of this town
Was stinging in our eyes, blowing all around
Everything we loved and cussed
Was in the dust of this town, this town

It settled on our souls, it settled on the cars
We used to write our names in tiny windshield hearts
I remember white wall tires flying down a red dirt road
Sixteen felt like forever, so much we didn’t know
Like where we really came from and where were we gonna go

And the dust of this town
Was stinging in our eyes, blowing all around
Everything we loved and cussed
Was in the dust of this town, this town

Now they’ve boarded up the mills and closed the factory
Just bricks and rusty bones where they used to be
But over there across the river,
They’re gonna build a brand new school
Talking bout next spring they’re gonna
Bring the highway through
It all looks different now, but still the same somehow