Phonebooks

Every year I get about 17 phonebooks on my porch
And I feel weird throwing them out so I just let them pile up
Till winter covers them with snow

Every day I think about my neighbors horse that passed away
He looked so strange lying in the glass next to that Honda CRV
Right in the middle of the road

They tore down that old farm before my little sister finished school
And in its place is a drug store parking lot
That makes it seem so very cruel
But still there's nothing you can do