Pieces of a picket fence
Broken dreams make a mess
Where I used to roam around
Waking up in disarray
I never knew – Never prayed
Oh why did this happen now
It's cold and dark in the wreckage
But the world goes on
Won't you rescue us now
Speak at a whisper when you talk
Hiding the truth until it falls
It all comes out
Gonna try to make it better
Driving through with the windows down
One last time – I don't wanna leave this town
But it's over now
The signs along the interstate
Lead to lives that are gone today
Why should I turn around
It's cold and dark in the wreckage
Speak at a whisper when you talk
Hiding the truth until it falls
It all comes out
Gonna try to make it better
If your world comes tumbling down – Somehow
Gonna try to make it better...
Everyone's boarding up
They know when it's rising up
And then they run just before it comes
Call it a hurricane
Give it a beautiful name
The you run just before it comes