Lyrics:

Late in the summer, children run without clothes
Chill of the winter not far down the road
In the windows are silhouettes of husbands and wives
Watching in silence 'til the evening arrives
And there, all around, insects scream in the trees
The promise of rain can be heard on the breeze

Well, oh lord, oh lord
We break so easily
Well, oh lord, oh lord
We shatter like glass

Well, the headlights glow, the sky will soon be black
The freeway riders are rolling, heading back
They're heading back home

A dark-haired woman is driving the roads
Breathing deeply, she don't mind bein' alone
Well, I spend my nights in the reservoir
Saying prayers for the passing cars