Let off on a technicality!
Praise God for technicalities!
Even the DA's got to fold 'em now and then.
Weep to see the winter sun,
the Wednesday morning just begun;
Post Falls never looked so beautiful,
and it never will again.

Zip's Drive-In, old red S-15;
the banks and strip malls in between;
drab walls raised in the seventies, way back when.
Hot coffee and an ice cream cone
and a vision meant for you alone.
Post Falls never looked so beautiful,
and it never will again.

Even the modular homes —
the low grey cell blocks of the high school —
you might learn something from it,
if you weren't such a fool.

Scrub your uniform by hand,
bury all the contraband.
Better a Christmas behind the counter than in the pen.
Vow to quit your lowdown ways
in a year or two, if not today.
Post Falls never looked so beautiful,
and it never will again.