(Hi, BethOh, I was just calling you to chat with youI'm probably going to have to get upAt the buttcrack of dawn tomorrowOh, I hear Patsy backed out on ya tomorrowIs she—Damn it, John (Hmm?)I lost that frickin' steel line (Ugh)Shit!Okay, it's alrightGo fucking find itAh, shit, I'm lookin' man (Ha-ha, fuck)See, I told you my head don't work rightYeah, you don't have to tell me that)I'm in the car, I just needed to clear my headShe's in the house with the baby crying on the bedShe's got this thing where she puts up the walls so highIt doesn't matter how much you loveIt doesn't matter how hard you tryWe got a place with a fence and a little grassI put this film on the windowsAnd it looks like chapel glassBut when shе turnsit's like the shadow of the cross don't castNo blеssing over our lonely lifeIt's like waiting for a train to passAnd I don't know when it'll passBut I remember when she used to set the room on fireWith her eyes, swear to GodIt's like a flood of grief and sorrow from a haunted lifeWhen she cries, like a train, it's a lotI dropped a line to a flickering high school flameWe laughed about all the ways that our lives had changedShe's up the road, about thirty-five miles northGot two little boys in school, just had a real bad divorceAnd in a moment of weaknessI told her if she ever needed a helping handI would lend, swear to GodIt's like the part of me that's screaming not to jump gets lostIn the sound of the train, it's a lotTrying hardNot to careSwear to God
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(Hi, Beth
Oh, I was just calling you to chat with you
I'm probably going to have to get up
At the buttcrack of dawn tomorrow
Oh, I hear Patsy backed out on ya tomorrow
Is she—
Damn it, John (Hmm?)
I lost that frickin' steel line (Ugh)
Shit!
Okay, it's alright
Go fucking find it
Ah, shit, I'm lookin' man (Ha-ha, fuck)
See, I told you my head don't work right
Yeah, you don't have to tell me that)
I'm in the car, I just needed to clear my head
She's in the house with the baby crying on the bed
She's got this thing where she puts up the walls so high
It doesn't matter how much you love
It doesn't matter how hard you try
We got a place with a fence and a little grass
I put this film on the windows
And it looks like chapel glass
But when shе turns
it's like the shadow of the cross don't cast
No blеssing over our lonely life
It's like waiting for a train to pass
And I don't know when it'll pass
But I remember when she used to set the room on fire
With her eyes, swear to God
It's like a flood of grief and sorrow from a haunted life
When she cries, like a train, it's a lot
I dropped a line to a flickering high school flame
We laughed about all the ways that our lives had changed
She's up the road, about thirty-five miles north
Got two little boys in school, just had a real bad divorce
And in a moment of weakness
I told her if she ever needed a helping hand
I would lend, swear to God
It's like the part of me that's screaming not to jump gets lost
In the sound of the train, it's a lot
Trying hard
Not to care
Swear to God
Speed
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