You would think this place was a ghost town

If it weren't for the kickboxing class down the streetHouses sit on the edge of the brookWith paint chipping, windows boardedAnd a sense of abandonment sitting on the porchCobwebs creep up the railingsLike disease in a third world countryDreams lie in the cracked windowpanesWaiting for someone to notice themDown the street people buy pizzaGet their nails done, sit in an empty restaurantThe most action this little town sees Is trapped in cases at their quiet video storeA girls who grew up in the suburbsIs lost in this kind of placeYou would think this place was a ghost townAt this time of the day when all is silentBut I'm sure the residents lives are filled with schedulesTheir yards filled with history molded by their own handsTheir annual blueberry festival makes them proudDespite the ghosts that outsiders see lurking in townWhile tourists must think it's a dull place to liveThese people must have it all figured outThey don't need the busy city lifeWhile their ghosts live in abandoned housesThese people looking in leave ghosts in their hearts