march on the side of the interstate parkway little vigils mark of the landscape white sticks where the flowers live left with the hope of seeing him again left with the hope of seeing her again it s easy not to recognize that there were crosses in the road the secrets that were never told the river and the trains so different but the same they were just getting where they need to go the decorations at the car window hold on to memories look for a sign that talk to gravestone that never seem to talk back never knowing what could ve been left with the hope of seeing him again left with the hope of seeing her again it s easy not to recognize that there were crosses in the road the secrets that were never told the river and the trains so different but the same they were just getting where they need to go somewhere far from heaven only knows all this time i m still haunted by your face tonight think of you on your darkest night i wish that i could save you from the wreckage of your last goodbye when i m lonely i go and see you and the crosses in the road the secrets that were never told the river and the trains so different but the same they were just getting where they need to go and the crosses in the road the secrets that were never told the people that we used to know they were just getting where they need to go pay our respects to crosses in the road pay our respects to crosses in the road