the meter i filled yesterday
came up to my chest
a year ago the same one
cleared my chin at best
the doorway to my building
is so low i have to duck
i look upon this shrinking town
and i say what the heck
is going down with this town
losing all of our value pound for pound
what's going down with this town
i don't think we stand on solid ground

was our fair city built on a swamp
i get that feeling every time you stomp
the skyline sinks about a foot each year
your grandson's gonna see it disappear

i can't explain away
these new found clues i read
someone in their twenties
wouldn't sprout like a weed
my clothes are fitting fine
there's no snugness at all
why on earth do i always feel
i'm getting so tall
what's going down with this town

was our fair city built on a marsh
i'm looking out
and the outlook's harsh
the skyline sinks
about a foot each season
you think your daughter's
gonna know the reason

napoleon launched a real estate scam
pulled one over on tj
when he sold him the land
developers now second guess
the land that they bought
before they break the ground
on any vacant lot

the mayor of our town
did not know where to begin
foundations of our buildings
are just settling in
but why then mr mayor
has your penthouse door
found its way
to the city hall's first floor
what's going down

was our fair city built on a bog
our elders need to have
their memories jogged
the skyline sinks about a foot each day
you and i will see it go away