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.