All Gone Away

The wind blows whispers down the street
Having free reign with the town so bleak
Like everything else, it's all gone awayThe Town Hall clock gives forth its chime
For no one there to ask the time
Like everything else, they've all gone awayThe grocer's shop hangs up its sign
The sign say's closed it's a sign of the times
Like everything else, they've all gone awayBut somewhere the party never ends
And greedy hands rub together again
Shipping out the profits that they've stolenBut somewhere the party never ends
And greedy hands rub together again
Shipping out the profits that they've stolenAn eerie wail comes from the pit
The ghosts of the men take the morning shift
Just like clockwork rusting awayCome take a walk upon these hills
And see how monetarism kills
Whole communities, even families
There's nothing left, so they've all gone away