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Fire In The Canyon
Written by C. Collingwood


From the Fountains of Wayne album Traffic and Weather

Thre'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 roadsigns
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

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

Well I'll ride the motorway
For a thousand miles a day
Til 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

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
Believe us to be born into a path straight and narrow
On every crooked road we travel down



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