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 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 turns out nothing was