Break so Easy - Johnathan Rice

Late in the summer, children run without clothes

Chill of the winter not far down the road

In the windows are silhouettes of husbands and wives

Watching in silence till the evening arrives

And there, all around, insects scream in the trees

The promise of rain can be heard on the breeze

Well, oh lord, oh lord

We break so easily

Well, oh lord, oh lord

We shatter like glass

Well, the headlights glow, the sky will soon be black

The freeway riders are rolling, heading back

They’re heading back home

A dark-haired woman is driving the roads

Breathing deeply, she don’t mind bein' alone

Well, I spend my nights in the reservoir

Saying prayers for the passing cars