LYRICS : Midwest

There's nothing to do in the Midwest but dream 

There's 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 

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 

There's nothing to do in the Midwest but dream