A Dollar at a Time There’s a mall out route 37, where your town kinda bleeds into mine. A set of lights to keep us movin’ as our future slips away, a dollar at a time. Yesterday, I took a walk, just to look around. Asked some kids in a vacant lot where the town had gone. It’s the lure of big box heaven, everything you need under one sign. But in that tomb of smiling aprons, our future slips away, a dollar at a time. All this was the dream of one true patriot with a Blackberry. Armani suit, Gucci tie, but when that phone rings, another town will die. I gotta go put on my apron: 30 hours a week to get me by. It’s like we all got drunk on cheap ass Chinese junk as our future slipped away, a dollar at a time.