Just another
Midwestern confluence
City of the Water
And the Rail
Just another
Optimistic inspiration
Growth and persistence
Boom, bust, fail
Because the jobs left
The people left
Because the people left
The jobs left
The waning
And the waning
And the waning
If you build it
They will come
These towers of dreams
Hope that rise
In prairie skies
Where rivers meet
If you build it
They will come
Those companies seeking
Room to grow
Ambitious
Anxious
These empty offices
Those companies
Needed people
Not buildings
These buildings need
People too
Those people
That left
Seeking jobs
From companies
That never follow
These rivers
Anymore
The waning
And the waning
And the waning
But rivers rise
Surprising ways
Floods of
Floods of what
Await
Inspiration
Desperation
Hope
Or Hope
Or Aggravation
That which wanes
Aye might wax again
Because the people
The people that stayed
Those stubborn steadfast
Loyal people
Those hard working
Hardened people
Have room to grow
Have room to dream
And they have dreams
Such dreams
And hopes
As any other
Midwestern confluence
City of the Water
And the Rail
Flyover country
Here
Here
Where flying was imagined
More concretely
Than ever
Than ever in human history
The epitome
Of flyover country
Because there is
Something here
That dreams of flight
And flying
And seeing the Earth
From above
The almost hills
That border
The great plain
The wishes for sky
And height
Incarnate in the land
In the land itself
The is the country
That wants to be flown over
That wants to fly with you
It cries
Dig up my bones
Make steel
Make these things
To soar
It still smiles
At those towers
Reaching towards the sky
In hope
In hope
That one day
They might fly
This land
This city
These rivers
And these hills
This
This Dayton
This Dayton
Might fly
Might soar
Might set sail in the sky
It might
Set up in orbit
See it floating by
See it
See it
Up there in the sky
Waning
And Waning
And Waning