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