There is a short road that leads from there and here
Paved with broken gla** from empty bottles
And the long road, that leads you back again
Is made of luck and circumstance
Of chance and accidents
Here at home with love that's waiting
I have found the life i need
But in June in the east
The summer heat can k** the weak and old
And in July, the celebrations, and the firework sky
There is a held note, I can never sing
It tears my throat and drains my lungs
There's been a long drought that's burning up the hills
Turning green to gold and brown
Shutting down these dusty towns
But I held the line, I stood my ground
And in the night, when the fading light took all away
I searched in vain, and I failed to find it
And in the day, when i could see,
It had gone away
We're shutting down these dusty towns
Burning down the memories
And watching the smoke rise
To the firework sky