Fire In The Canyon - Fountains of Wayne

There’s fire in the canyon

Rain on the plain

And an eerie kind of sadness

On the highway today

Was it driving together

That drove us apart

Or did we change direction

Chasing arrows and hearts

We’ve been wandering alone such a long time

Lose our way as we go town to town

Believe us to be born into a path straight and narrow

On every crooked road we travel down

And I’m checking out the road signs

Highway hotels

And their air-conditioned cable-ready cold padded cells

And we read them like stories

In trash magazines

We ain’t really sure what it means

Well I’ll ride this motorway

For a thousand miles a day

Till the road runs out of blacktop

Or I will this world away

And each town is steeped in rain

And I know each one by name

Cause this road is wrapped around me

And I wear it like a chain