Fountains Of Wayne - Fire In The Canyon

There's fire in the canyonRain on the plainAnd an eerie kind of sadnessOn the highway todayWas it driving togetherThat drove us apartOr did we change directionChasing arrows and heartsWe've been wandering alone such a long timeLose our way as we go town to townBelieve us to be born into a path straight and narrowOn every crooked road we travel downAnd I'm checking out the road signsHighway hotelsAnd their air-conditioned cable-ready cold padded cellsAnd we read them like storiesIn trash magazinesWe ain't really sure what it meansWe've been wandering alone such a long timeLose our way as we go town to townBelieve us to be born into a path straight and narrowOn every crooked road we travel downWell I'll ride this motorwayFor a thousand miles a dayTil the road runs out of blacktopOr I will this world awayAnd each town is steeped in rainAnd I know each one by nameCause this road is wrapped around meAnd I wear it like a chainWe've been wandering alone such a long timeLose our way as we go town to townBelieve us to be born into a path straight and narrowOn every crooked road we travel downBelieve us to be born into a path straight and narrowOn every crooked road we travel down
There's fire in the canyonRain on the plainAnd an eerie kind of sadnessOn the highway todayWas it driving togetherThat drove us apartOr did we change directionChasing arrows and heartsWe've been wandering alone such a long timeLose our way as we go town to townBelieve us to be born into a path straight and narrowOn every crooked road we travel downAnd I'm checking out the road signsHighway hotelsAnd their air-conditioned cable-ready cold padded cellsAnd we read them like storiesIn trash magazinesWe ain't really sure what it meansWe've been wandering alone such a long timeLose our way as we go town to townBelieve us to be born into a path straight and narrowOn every crooked road we travel downWell I'll ride this motorwayFor a thousand miles a dayTil the road runs out of blacktopOr I will this world awayAnd each town is steeped in rainAnd I know each one by nameCause this road is wrapped around meAnd I wear it like a chainWe've been wandering alone such a long timeLose our way as we go town to townBelieve us to be born into a path straight and narrowOn every crooked road we travel downBelieve us to be born into a path straight and narrowOn every crooked road we travel down

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