Oh, when you were young
You could wake up very slowly
Rise and fill your lungs
Eat and feel the Sun on your face
Now you’re fled and gone
And a ghost sits down in every doorway
When fractures fail too long
Then all the kids stop singing songs and laughing

They see visions of the roadway
Stuck in a town that isn’t ok

How I used to pray
For the house not to catch on fire
Every night I’d wait
A prayer could seal my fate
Now I turn to you
And our picture’s fading very slowly
I'm grasping for some proof
‘Cause I still don’t know the truth about them

They see visions of the roadway
Stuck in a town that isn’t ok
They see visions of the roadway
Trapped in a vase, wrapped in a smoke ring