Letter in the Mail James Taylor

If I could go down now
While the whole town is sleeping
See the sun creeping up
On the hill yeah
I know the river and the railroad
Would run through the valley still

I guess it never was much to look at
Just a one-horse town
The kind of place young people
Want to leave today
Store fronts pretty much boarded up
Main Street pretty much closed down

Oh the church bell still rings on Sunday
Old folks still go
The young ones listen on the radio
Saturday night
Nothing but a stray dog
Running wild like nobody's child

And little by little, light after light, that's how it died
They say you never go home again, that's no lie
Its like a letter in the mail to a brother in jail
It's a matter of time
Until you can do a little bit better time