Lyrics

the shadows sink into the hills
the fences go on forever
In my hands Im turning over
a bracelet that she wore

but she won't wear it anymore

the truck stops all start to look the same
I swear I saw that chain smoking lady again
keep on moving I think I'm good for
a hundred miles more

could things ever be how they were before

a scent left on a sweater
stuffed inside a dresser
a polaroid that slips
underneath your eyes

pieces of different puzzles
mixed up in the same box
and thrown into the blue