the town that lost ITS groove supply

McCaughey
There was Esther in the street, a look of stunned decay
There was Milo in his skirt, an apathetic grey
Autumn leaves refuse to fall, Alphavilles unscreened
a row of silent discotheques, the council not convened
The glory that was Moreys *** Shoppe is down to its last X
Cardboard boxes line the curbs all filled with old T-Rex
A hole punched in the whiskey flask
a thousand tanks all parched for gas
billboard babies eulogized
Youll never know if shes in order
Youll never know what shes about
You just try to keep yourself together
when the Groove Supply has given out
Youll never know if shes in order
Youll never know what shes about
The town that lost its Groove Supply is breathing its own dust
The town that lost its Groove Supply just needs to be discussed
But no one cares, no one can care, surely none of us
The last time I saw Groove Supply she was getting on the bus
Youll never know if shes in order
Youll never know what shes about