Late in the summer children run without clothes

Chill of the winter not far down the road

And in the windows are silhouettes of husbands and wives

Watching in silence till the evening arrives

And there all around insects scream in the trees

The promise of rain can be heard on the breeze 

 

Oh Lord,Oh lord we break so easy

Oh Lord,Oh lord we shatter like glass 

 

The headlights glow and the sky will soon be black

The freeway riders are rolling, heading back

Heading back home 

 

A dark haired woman is driving the roads

Breathing deeply she don't mind being alone



I spend my nights in the reservoir

Saying prayers for the passing cars