All the blocks of the stores shook
When the record store burnt down
They built a pizza parlor
Where the funeral home once stood

I don't go into town anymore
They won't let me sell my wares
And the friendly folks of Swanville
Stare with expressions made of wood
And they tell me that I'm up to nothing but no good
And the denizens of this town don't smile like they should
They say "it's ok, we never loved you anyway"
And it's just another day in Swanville

Frank is selling his last couch
To the old ladies down the street
As he waves with a hand behind his back
Whiskey flask gripped in the other

They say he burnt his house down
Drove until he reached Virginia
My mother said he was a god back home
(But you can't always trust your mother)
And if I ever meet him, I'll treat him like my brother
And if a hand touches my shoulder, I'll shiver and I'll shudder
And he'd say "it's ok, I never loved them anyway"
And it's just another day in Swanville

I should have never left my better half
Over his house the last time
I knew I'd have to go back one day
To see him again

Oh but I'm not resentful
I'm not bitter or frustrated
I don't feel used or cheated
Even though I should be mad at him
And when I go back to see his face again
I won't waste anymore time and money than I need to spend
And I'll say "it's ok, I'm glad you feel this way"
And it's just another day in Swanville

I've moved on before
I can move on again
I can see the stores opening
The employees calling out my name

They say "be not afraid
Of the Sad Songs and Fear
It's gonna shape you into something
It'll set you apart from the Same"
I took it all in stride, thought of it as a little game
My back is straight and firm though my psyche may be lame
And they all say "it's ok, we know you have to go away"
No more "just another day"s in Swanville

I never spent another day in Swanville.