Someone Is Me

There's aluminum cans and cigarettes butts

Lying in the sides of the streets

The baseball field in the County Park

Is buried in a blanket of weeds

There's a swastika sprayed from an aerosol can

Displayed on the overpass

Driving around it's easy to see

This town's going downhill fast

Somebody should do something about it

How hard could it be

Somebody should do something about it

Maybe that someone is me

Followed a couple into Ferguson's Grill

The door swung back in my face

Closed my eyes but I felt the stares

When I bowed my head to say grace

Watched a table of suits stiff the waitress a tip

Like they didn't have a nickel to spare

Walked out into the heat rising off of main street

But I felt a chill in the air

Somebody should do something about it

How hard could it be

Somebody should do something about it

Maybe that someone is me

Now I don't expect this world to be heaven

But it sure could be better

I can sit around complaining

Or stand around waiting

But I might be waiting forever

Forever

Somebody should do something about it

How hard could it be

Somebody should do something about it

Maybe that someone is me