Over the bridge across the bay
On a rainy Thursday night
Second exit off the highway
With a shovel and a flashlight
His gray mustache is damp with sweat
And the dew of april morning
Shrieking echos from the head emerged without warning and now
Newark, Christiana
God has sent a flood
Newark, Christiana
Is tarnished with the blood
Drove all night, you slept at my side
Through Delaware and PA
We passed an empty car who's bright
Headlights whitewashed the bay
Black foliage builds a fortress enclosing the narrow road
I should have seen it coming
I should have seen his empty car and known that
Newark, Christiana
Was swept away by the flood
Newark, Christiana
Is drowning in the blood
Now I'm looking blankly at a black and white picture
And a caption under the face
August fourteenth, age 25
Washed up along the bay
Newark, Christiana
I have seen the flood
Newark, Christiana
Turned water into blood