I'm on the corner at Millington Station
People come, people go, with their building frustration
They say, "I've got my house and my new car, and my money is tight"
I've got a dollar in my pocket and I'm alright

Brick by brick. Line by line
Until there's nothing left to build
We say, "We would tear it down if we could forgive"
Millington Station

I'm on the corner at Millington Station
People come around me and look for confrontation
They say, "You can't do this," "You can't do that," and "We don't like your long-haired type"
I've got to keep on keeping on cause I'm alright

Sometimes all these faces make me want to scream