Meville
David Brown / Gene Dunford
Welcome to Meville; population one
In the lonesome state of Heartache
Ever since you’ve been gone
In the Desperation Mountains
On the road to Misery
Welcome to Meville - drive carefully
In a constant state of winter
Birds have flown to warmer climes
All the bears are hibernating
Holding out for better times
The skies are grey and cloudy
You can’t escape the rain
And the wind that cuts right through you
Seems to whistle your name
It’s a hollow place to live
Since you flew the coop
My heart was like a sieve
That you were just passing through
Emotionally bankrupt
Turned back into a toad
No princess wants to kiss me
Even hound dogs cross the road
The heart of town is empty
As godforsaken as the moon
You were the best thing in Meville
Please come back soon
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