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.
