Joseph Arthur - Midwest lyrics

There's nothing to do in the midwest but dream Like spiders on the walls of abandoned factories Setting fire to the trash, dance beneath the fog When the cops come we run like hell Stealing from our souls born cheap out here A dream that can't compete up against the fear Of never getting away And there's nothing to do in the midwest but dream There's nothing to do in the midwest but dream Into the earth and out of the past We plug in our guitars and begin to feed off the spirits in the air Flying in our minds, the sound we try to hear Is so many years from ever being defined But there's nothing to do in the midwest but dream But dream