On the way out of town on Old Walton Road There's a twenty foot rusty bull With a ring right through it's nose If you ask all the folks in town Some of them remember but Most of them don't He guards the entrance to the junkyard Where my daddy goes ♪ His eyes fill my heart with dread And he visits me while I lie in my bed He says, "Your daddy can't undo what's done" And forty years later I'm still trying to run I wake her up in the middle of the night I plead with her and I present my plight But I see a weary melancholy in her face And I understand that the bull is right ♪ And the stairs still creak at the Five and Dime And it smells like something set apart from time And I see you smiling at the Tastee-Freez And the Sun's goin' down behind the Maple trees And the stairs still creak at the Five and Dime And it smells like something set apart from time And I see you smiling at the Tastee-Freez And the Sun's goin' down behind the Maple trees ♪ Now the bull stands under ice and snow And the Winter offers no reprieve The moon is tangled up in the branches of the trees And he won't let me leave Spring is the promise that never came The bull tightens his grip and I curse his name Now every morning is a harsh reminder That everything is the same ♪ And the stairs still creak at the Five and Dime And it smells like something set apart from time And I see you smiling at the Tastee-Freez And the Sun's goin' down behind the Maple trees And the stairs still creak at the Five and Dime And it smells like something set apart from time And I see you smiling at the Tastee-Freez And the Sun's goin' down behind the Maple trees