Local Memory

The lights go out each evening

At eleven

And up and down our block there's

Not a sound

I close my eyes and search for

Peaceful slumber

And just then the local

Memory comes around

Piles of blues against the door

To make sure sleep will come no more

She's the hardest working

Memory in this town

Turns out happiness again

Then let's loneliness back in

And each night

The local memory comes around

Each day I say tonight

I may escape her

I pretend I'm happy

And never even a frown

But at night I close my eyes

And pray sleep finds me

But again the

Local memory comes around

Rids the house of all good news

Then sets out my crying shoes

What a faithful memory

Never let's me down

We're both up till light of day

Chasing happiness away

And each night

The local memory comes around

And each night

The local memory comes around