Everybody Down

I can make you feel something.

A coal-fired power plant painted bright blue. That's the abject.
 A crushed pack of Newports at your feet. That's the deject.

Fifteen miles on the Erie Canal.

 Your old friend doesn't live there anymore. That's abjection.
You believed. That's dejection.

Fifteen miles on the Erie Canal.

Isn't that we care the most important thing? You are a good person.

Fifteen miles on the Erie Canal.