I know not these towns
through which we pass. From
here to there.
Mile markers of shattered glass, and
Where once stood tall
the dreams of men, the lives they'd made.
Now trodden down
beneath them hum of a
pace so fast. One has to ask..
'What's to come of the old small town?'
|Premont, TX [b/t here and the Rio Grande Valley]|
|Evant, TX [b/t here and Ft Worth]|