there used to be a sign of life out here
hi tech machinery with grease and gears
men on lunch break out in the yard
it weren’t heaven but it weren’t too far
we worked hard and we were happy
me and olivia, the dreamer and his dream
friday nights we didn’t have a care
we’d step outside and breathe the smokestack air
find ourselves in some blue collar bar
old men drinking beer and dealing cards
and as the jukebox played we’d dance and let down our defenses
me and olivia, the prince and his princess
we should’a saw it coming
we were too busy living
i don’t what we could’a done anyhow
when the factories crumbled
and the metal all rusted
and there’s nothing left here for us now
but spend the day in the unemployment line
sit at the dinner table and watch the bills pile high
spend the evenings just walking around
it ain’t nothing but a ghost town now
the only thing to do is go somewhere and try to make a new start
me and olivia , the darkness and his shining star
we should’a saw it coming
we were too busy living
i don’t what we could’a done anyhow
when the factories crumbled
and the metal all rusted
and there’s nothing left here for us now
tomorrow morning we’re headed south
extra early so the landlord don’t find us out
once we’re on the bus we’ll sleep ’til noon
spend the night in a cheap hotel room
and make love on some old, dusty mattress
me and olivia , the actor and his actress
me and olivia , when the water starts to rising
me and olivia , we’ll just pretend like we’re flying
me and olivia, we’re gonna’ be alright
me and olivia