Small Towns Burn A Little Slower

theres no room for substance
when youve got abundance,
and who needs self respect
when youve got fortune and fame.
stepping stones labeled friends.
without roots the mighty oak wont last for long.
lets hear it for ideals,
can i get a round of sound for something real.
for hes a jolly good fellow,
but hes being put out to pasture to make way for prosperity. and if thats
my right of passage,
then i will opt in the favor of failure
and never think twice.
this is not to break down.
this is to build you up, and remind myself
to forget the fashion and bring back the passion
[ Forget The Fashion Lyrics ]