once again the sky clouded over and I find myself

bent under the hot metal hood of a broken down truck

changing the oil for the second time today

just to get home from the waster job

the only one available in this broken down town

we had a Main Street filled with stores once

with factories and shipyards near the river

but that was before I was born when gas stations sold gas

not a little bit of everything including sex, salts, and lottery tickets

I’ve seen some faded photographs but they’re ragged and torn

things were bad back then for most the same as now I suspect

it sounds better but doesn’t it always

ain’t no back in the day for me or anyone like me

the day is just the day is just a day