late in the summer children run without clothes chill of the winter not far down the road and in the windows are silhouettes of husbands and wives watching in silence till the evening arrives and there all around insects scream in the trees the promise of rain can be heard on the breeze oh lord oh lord we break so easy oh lord oh lord we shatter like glass the headlights glow and the sky will soon be black the freeway riders are rolling heading back heading back home a dark haired woman is driving the roads breathing deeply she don t mind being alone i spend my nights in the reservoir saying prayers for the passing cars