Lyrics:
hot air hangs like a dead manfrom a white oak treepeople sitting on porchesthinking how things used to bedark nightdark nightthe neighborhood was changingstrangers moving ina new boy fell for a local girlwhen she made eyes at himshe was young and prettyno stranger to other menbut doors were being locked at nightold lines were drawn again(Chorus)I thought things like thatdidn't matter anymoreI thought all the bloodhad been shed long agodark nightdark nighthe took her to the outskirtsand pledged his love to herthey thought it was their secretbut someone knew where they werehe held her so closehe asked about her dreamsthere was a shot from a passing carand the young girl screamed(repeat chorus