Hot air hangs like a dead man from a white oak tree people sitting on porches thinking how things used to be dark night dark night The neighborhood was changing strangers moving in a new boy fell for a local girl when she made eyes at him She was young and pretty no stranger to other men but doors were being locked at night old lines were drawn again I thought things like that didn't matter anymore I thought all the blood had been shed long ago dark night dark night He took her to the outskirts and pledged his love to her they thought it was their secret but someone knew where they were He held her so close he asked about her dreams there was a shot from a passing car and the young girl screamed