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