Don't even know if I can write this song   Caught on a beam between right and wrong   Gotta keep forward, keep straight   For the sake of why we stay awake all night long   It's not up for interpret   Paranoid of exploiting the verdict   But in the same breath   I got thoughts that I wanna express and let surface   This ain't for props or the pop culture   It's about a balloon that got punctured   The sunshine's fun 'til it burns someone   And we all got burnt that summer   She was sixteen   Another young angel with clipped wings   She came to the shows   But I never met her, don't even know if she was listening   That night, we lost a supporter   That night, somebody lost their daughter   He raped and killed her at the venue   Can't comprehend what her friends must have went through   That night the sun went dark   Now watch everyone on the tourbus fall apart   That night, Lord have mercy   The music died, that night in Alberquerque      Ooooh, I can feel it down in my soul      Stop, it can't be true right?   This type of real doesn't happen to you right?   Crescent, Murs, Dibbs, Jaybird   I wanna go home now and start a new life   Wish I could protect the kids   I guess safety's a hit or miss   With a prior convicted sex-offense against a 4 year old   Why we let you live?   Don't know what I'm trying to write   But there's a part of me that keeps dyin' at night   When I think about her mother   I become another number that wants you to suffer   You're locked up for now, you have no more chances to steal the children's laughs   And if you ever find God   Better pray to her and ask that we never cross paths      Ooooh, I can feel it down in my soul