You walked along the side,
of the road,
head held down,
you watched the truck drive by,
with arkansas,
licence plate.
You passed the juneport bridge,
threw a stone,
down towards the water,
you look into the sky,
where the powerlines,
had made their escape.
In a town with only one road,
it's hard to complain,
it just stays the same,
in a town with only one road,
it's hard to complain,
it just stays the same.
So hard to find,
so hard to find a way out,
so hard to find,
so hard to find a way out.