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.