Stillwater from Airport Sounds by Age Nowhere

There are rumors swirling ‘round
About the neighbors south of town
Nothin’ ‘round here changes anymore

And there are signs out in the yards
For all the high-school-football stars
Nothin’ ‘round here changes anymore

Another big committee meet
Amidst the grand bureaucracy
Between The Stillwater and The Great Miami

So use your whistle what it’s for
Start takin’ names and a-keepin’ score
Nothing ‘round here changes anymore

It’s the same old rotten place that it’s been since I was eight
A couple painted storefronts, but it’s mostly all the same
Everything keeps fading and wasting away forevermore
Nothin’ ‘round here changes anymore

All of the bright-red-neon lights
Between the windows and the shades
Come on in, join the club, and play the game

And use your Richard what it’s for
To swing around and steal the floor
Nothin’ ‘round here changes anymore

It’s the same small, flaccid town; I swear it hasn’t changed in years
People pass away, and kids inherit their careers
Every river has two sides so you had best be choosin’ yours
Nothin’ ‘round here changes
Nothin’ ‘round here changes

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