作词 : Buckner
Underspent and too young, too. I stumbled onto a picture of you, 
you wild, bitter tale, all cherry, oak and tears.
As the branches look in, the summer is done. We are too, dear. 
Pull back the drape and let the silent light in. Soon, we'll be on that highway. 
Damn this stretch of 99, that takes so many lives. One of them was mine. 
Hand me that lil wallet picture in 1985 one more time. 
The lights on the street, when I'd walk to you @ night, were so badly lit: 
Yeah, there were four lil flames: his, mine and yours and the torch in the attic. 
I woke up late and kissed you away as you packed up your load.
There was one last look and the Uhaul broke free 
Now the ditches are flooded over the backroad