Microwave honky-trash

[Verse] The microwave is done, it buzzes like a drone, But when I open up the door, it stays in monotone, A wire's cut, display's frozen like the past, I know soon the lights will fade, this moment cannot last. [Verse 2] Four million bucks and change, who can shoulder that? Economy's like piecrust, breaks at the drop of a hat, No lights for me tonight, and my flashlight's dead, Nashville feels like a ghost town, I'm sleepin' in my bed. [Chorus] Nashville’s economy, feelin' like country-trash, Times are tough, says my empty cash, Can't find the light in all this dark, Just me and my guitar, strummin' in this park. [Verse 3] I walk the streets alone, neon lies dim, Hank Williams echoes from some old jukebox hymn, Thought I'd have it all, that sweet Southern grace, But the bills keep comin’, ain’t no savin' face. [Verse 4] Neighbors are in shadows, hiding from the cost, A town once full of dreams, now all seems lost, Workin' hard for nothin', debt's a heavy chain, Can't find the sunshine through thundering rain. [Chorus] Nashville’s economy, feelin' like country-trash, Times are tough, says my empty cash, Can't find the light in all this dark, Just me and my guitar, strummin' in this park.