Theres a lone stone house   down the desert culdesac   a fathers hands made alone   the families names are carved in the cement      where the pine trees stood   its a brand new neighborhood   everything they made   is worn and torn away      theres a swimming hole   down near the gravel pit   people dare to jump in   so you went first   and when i took my turn      you were gone   without a trace or sound   i swam on   pretending i was fine      historys no mystery   where it stop from you to me   there are never words left to explain   and my days turn to nights   and you disappear from sight   and i lost all of your things along the way      theres a truck outside   waiting in the pouring rain   just to drive away   from a mothers tears    shes held on to for years      you'll blow into the night   the rest of your life   to follow through (?)   you have never seen      you have faith and you have hope   that all you've known is not just smoke   that rises up and rolls out through the trees      and they'll lose their leaves   as the seasons pleas   to show the year has died and gone away      long nights   with no starlight   traffic chokes of the west side   radio is singing for you alone   as you leave this world behind      theres a light that shines   down from the empire state   reaches all across town   puts people in   on a spoon made of tin      with the promise of some bread   and an easy death   whatever you could want   whatever you can get      now you know everyone in here   cigarette another beer   but when all the barstools are clear      who will blow your fear   as it draws so near   you turn again away again   and disappear