There is a short road that leads from there and herenPaved with broken glass from empty bottlesnAnd the long road, that leads you back againnIs made of luck and circumstancenOf chance and accidents nnHere at home with love that's waiting nI have found the life i neednBut in June in the east nThe summer heat can kill the weak and oldnAnd in July, the celebrations, and the firework skynnThere is a held note, I can never singnIt tears my throat and drains my lungsnThere's been a long drought that's burning up the hillsnTurning green to gold and brown nShutting down these dusty towns nnBut I held the line, I stood my groundnAnd in the night, when the fading light took all away nI searched in vain, and I failed to find itnAnd in the day, when i could see,nIt had gone awaynnWe're shutting down these dusty townsnBurning down the memories nAnd watching the smoke risenTo the firework sky