BILL BACHMANN Lyrics


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UPSTATE TOWNS

In the green hills of an upstate town,

Wind is the natural sound,

Treasures are lost and are found,

In the farm fields of an upstate town,

Scattering seed all around,

Planting your feet in the ground,

And the sun-shine,

  Just goes

  Down and up and down

  In upstate towns.

And the fire flies of an upstate park,

Seek out a mate with a spark,

Insects in love in the dark,

In the cold air of an upstate town,

Neighbors and rumors abound,

Walls come a-tumbling down,

And the sun-shine,

  Just goes

  Down and up and down

  In upstate towns.

break

And the sad face of an upstate clock,

Was a reminder that I'm,

Ticking and taking up time,

In the last breath of an upstate home,

My heart was left all alone,

Skipping a beat - and a stone,

And the sun-shine,

  Just goes

  Down and up and down

  In upstate towns.

  Just goes

  Down and up and down and up and down and up and down

  In upstate towns.