Benton Falls

Juneport Bridge

You walked along the side, 
of the road, 
head held down,
you watched the truck drive by,
with arkansas, 
licence plate.
You passed the juneport bridge,
threw a stone,
down towards the water,
you look into the sky,
where the powerlines,
had made their escape.
In a town with only one road,
it's hard to complain,
it just stays the same,
in a town with only one road,
it's hard to complain,
it just stays the same.
So hard to find,
so hard to find a way out,
so hard to find,
so hard to find a way out.