The dim blue glow from the TV box
Is as close as she’ll get to the outside world
And no one ever calls her
No one ever calls her
She washes her face
But it still looks so dirty to her
She tries to wash her hands of all of it

There is no guilt in the eyes that burn her every night
There is no sorrow in her bruises and her cuts she bares
There is no sadness in the empty bottles
There is no reason in the doing

And I’m on the other side of the bridge
Reaching out my hand to you
And you’re standing at the other side
Picking flowers and starring at me

And the chains keeping you there
Can reach to my side
So come on, come on
I’m waiting for you

But he came home the same as always
His finger nails digging into his palm
As he took his last sip of beer
And ended the night

When she was feeling braver then usual
She turned her head and walked away
And everyone say but know one said what
Could have saved this lovely young woman
Was I the only one trying to help?
Why didn't anyone else come around?
And now the sirens aren’t just a sound on the highway
Yeah, now the sirens aren’t just a sound on the highway

Now the sirens are so much more then
A sound on a distant highway
Who would have thought it would come around?