Midwest

There's nothing to do in the midwest but dream
Like spiders on the walls of abandoned factories
Setting fire to the trash, dance beneath the fog
When the cops come we run like hell
Stealing from our souls born cheap out here
A dream that can't compete up against the fear
Of never getting away
And there's nothing to do in the midwest but dream
There's nothing to do in the midwest but dream
Into the earth and out of the past
We plug in our guitars and begin to feed off the spirits in the air
Flying in our minds, the sound we try to hear
Is so many years from ever being defined
But there's nothing to do in the midwest but dream
But dream