No Broth in This Town

(Verse 1)
There’s a ghost in my kitchen, an ache in my chest,
I dream of hot steam, but I wake up with less.
These plains stretch forever, but nothing runs deep,
Just watered-down coffee and a silence that keeps.

(Verse 2)
The gas station freezer hums low like a prayer,
While I stare at some noodles that ain’t ever been there.
I miss that umami like I miss being whole —
A rich golden broth for this poor, bitter soul.

(Chorus)
There’s no broth in this town, no warmth on the wind,
Just bone-dry regret and cheap tonic and gin.
I’d trade all these wide skies and this cracked, dusty ground,
For one honest bowl — but there’s no broth in this town.

(Verse 3)
I once knew a girl who could simmer a storm,
Now it's Styrofoam dinners and nights far from warm.
The oil rigs still burn, but my fire’s gone cold,
Like that packet of powder that promises gold.

(Bridge)
There’s a photo of Tokyo stuck in my mind,
A place where the flavors and people were kind.
But the West wears you down, 'til you're hollow and dry,
And you pray for a slurp with a tear in your eye.

(Final Chorus)
There’s no broth in this town, no fat, no flame,
Just dust on my tongue and the echo of shame.
And I ain’t found no comfort, no taste, no renown…
Just hunger and heartbreak —
'Cause there’s no broth in this town.