Shadowed faces growing long on the sand All disgraces in my native land Sun goes up, sun goes down in the mountains Whispering secrets of an untold story We're asking for answers into thousands of silent heartbeats We're asking for answers in the dark Can you hear them crying? Their voices lost in the fog and the fear Something's just not right on the highway of tears I woke up today and felt so ashamed of my country Little girls and women never to be found Somewhere out there in the cold cold ground Why are we waiting, why aren't we fighting to get to the core Evil men hiding Even men of the law covering up the story when we know there's more How can we turn our backs on what's left of their families How can we call ourselves proud in this cemetery How can we stand tall When we say we know the difference between wrong and right Will the sun come up again And show us the light Little bones and the silence of a beaded history of abuse and power This is our chance, maybe the final hour Dead flowers on the highway The highway of tears Stand with your sisters, stand with your mothers Stand with your daughters, stand with your lovers Who were lost on the highway of tears