Illinois

Underneath the heavy sky, the highway shines
A razor blade cutting down to bone
Nothing left to do but hold the wheel and drive
The dark of night, the dim light on the road
All the way from Illinois
A thousand miles of waiting for
A gentle touch, a kind, believing word
All the way from Illinois
And not one to be heard
Tell me all the ways to make a day go by
In an aeroplane high above the earth
Or standing in the kitchen in an awful fight
The brightly colored blood of ugly words
All the way from Illinois
A box of clothes, a can of oil
The promise of a place to settle down
All the way from Illinois
And not one to be found
And nothing hurts like crying on a long drive home
Nothing’s worse than hiding in the dark alone
From the beautiful lights of a dangerous love
Shattered glass, a photograph of a broken heart
A crack along the windshield of the world
The shape of something running in the untame dark
The howling out of freedom and of hurt
All the way from Illinois
The radio, the rain, the road
The dream of finding out just what is love
All the way from Illinois
And it turns out nothing was