99 On these back roads
Lit up empty in a city everyone knows it's name
The bitter sweet song plays on the stereo
Her voice escaped me
But I knew her words would take me on a new second
On a new road where no one knew it's name, or her name
And the mailboxes raised its flags to be emptied
Cozy tiny homes filled with families waiting to die
pouring poison down into their endless pits
Hoping one day a miracle would turn the wind the other way
They wanted a dream that lived while they were awake
That storm did come when they were held, while they were touched
How powerful, nothing they could do to leave
It drew them closer the stronger they desired to have it
And around it came with its winds, and rains and fire blew upon their little homes
Swept up into the ground broken and in need of replacement
They picked up the bits of the photo frames that held their memories
And offered up to the sky what it already took from them