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