Wind blown A semi capsized in the storm Stranded The rains of June have cleansed it A baptism of sufferage Take two One man beneath a waning moon Still
Will anyone stop for us? Or will we be passed by Be passed on The day passes away The moment cracks along the sidewalk And we're alone Imagining what songs
get your attention I could never get your attention I could never please you Words so sympathetic -- symphonic, yet pathetic -- are tossed on to the song
the season Absentee... absentee... You're safe with me When summer's over will you dream of your crippled history Crippled history Crippled history Crippled history Absentee... When summer