Needle & Thread

Just one horse shy of a one-horse town
 This ain't the first time it tried to burn itself down
 And the American girls in their American dreams
 Never put themselves here, so undone at the seams
 Seven bars, one church, heaven is no match for hell
 In these four blocks of rust piles and abandoned motels
 Old men flick quarters in the cracks of the boardwalk
 And the little boys learn to cuss before they can talk
 Home is the needle and thread
 For the hole in the lifeboat
 That it put you in
 And it leaves its mark
 All stamped with lead
 In the lines and the grime
 Inside your skin
 No one here's been famous in a very long time
 But you can count the stars for days on a cold, clear night
 It pierces me slowly, pulling me through
 It's the pain of undoing the tearing in two
 Home is the needle and thread
 For the hole in the lifeboat
 That it put you in
 And it leaves its mark
 All stamped with lead
 In the lines and the grime
 Inside your skin