The bridges are crumpled
The water soaks into rocks
That fell at the bottom of the road
At the end of the town
The town that we lived in
The memories shaking apart from the weeds that grow
Over the sidewalks
Running away from the streets we knew
Like the time we thought was made for you
Out on the front porch
Watching the cars as they go by
Eighteen blue, twenty one grey
Looking ahead for the first time that we could drive
Out on our own
To speed away
From the sidewalks
Running away from the streets we knew
Like the time we thought was made for you
All of the days that past us by
All of the sun is gone away