The Firework Sky

There is a short road that leads from there and here
 Paved with broken glass from empty bottles
 And the long road, that leads you back again
 Is made of luck and circumstance
 Of chance and accidents
 Here at home with love that's waiting
 I have found the life i need
 But in June in the east
 The summer heat can kill the weak and old
 And in July, the celebrations, and the firework sky
 There is a held note, I can never sing
 It tears my throat and drains my lungs
 There's been a long drought that's burning up the hills
 Turning green to gold and brown
 Shutting down these dusty towns
 But I held the line, I stood my ground
 And in the night, when the fading light took all away
 I searched in vain, and I failed to find it
 And in the day, when i could see,
 It had gone away
 We're shutting down these dusty towns
 Burning down the memories
 And watching the smoke rise
 To the firework sky