Most of my dreams are robberiesnThe fam'ly dies the child fleesnThrough backyards filled with enemies andnFences fleshed by panicked knees andnFreedom is the deep-night therenThe hurried-flight emergenciesnHospital-hell tragedies are finding me in countriesnSo farnFrom my homenSo hardnThe night's grownnAnd it seems to holler and glow...nSo longnnThe neighborhood is ceaseless wherenBackyards kiss like memories andnNothing is like the hot nightmare ofnHearing them in melodies andnDangerous cars pull in our drivewaynBlast their brights into our windows andnThough they don't have guns or knives theynFill me with a fear that takes menSo farnFrom my homenSo hardnThe night's grownnAnd it seems to holler and glow...nSo longnnSo when the backyards finally endnYou'll find me on dark-highway, sendnMy fear to all the highwaymen atnThe foot of the dark-highway bendingnBack into a home againnA driveway lit like a dead-end fornSo long