Two children playing on a dusty road
Barefoot running in the yard
Hide from the fire of the summer sun
In the shade of the old Bois d'arc
Days when we first held hands
Days of the locust's call
Until the children's games came to an end
Until they tore us apart
Why can't they leave us alone?
Why can't they see things our way?
We ain't done nothing wrong
Give me one last kiss
Before the darkness comes
Every night I have the very same dream
I hear the lonesome whistle blow
I always wake up when I hear the scream
Somebody that I used to know
Well the rain is falling harder than a bullet
And the Hound dog barking getting closer all the time
Footprints fresh on the bank of the bayou
Lightning flashing make the water shine
Water's cold and the current is pulling
I'm swimming in the middle of a pitch black stream
My body's getting tired and my spirit's getting weaker
Somewhere in the distance I can hear the scream