It's been a long time in the running But I knew it'd come to this Where instead of finding things to miss I'm willing this instead So I gathered up your letters And trekked up to the beach And when the smoke had turned to ashes I swear I heard them speak They said "A rambling man don't stutter Over things he'd often miss, So darling pull yourself together 'Cause god knows we all wish that this town would die." So I got my things together and laid them at your feet But the smiling coals had long since blown and again I faced defeat But a rambling man don't stutter over memories that he's made So I put my hands together and I wondered what it'd take For this town to die Since then I've often wondered What could and might have been Had I seen the need to fan the flames instead of having it condemned But a rambling man don't stutter so I killed them flames with sand And the boot print I left on the beach in the night Took the moonlight but it read "Darling don't be so dramatic, hell you knew this day would come On a lonely night in September Until the hour brought the sun to watch it die." This town will die.