i sit and wait for the train counting cars but they don t last oh they don t red lights flashing i i feel i m passing on any day i would trade precious metals for oxygen but oh they don t last feeling peculiar like something awful has passed and in the nights i ve learned to fold all these aching suspicions back well at last for now i hold the cue cards i recite all the right words and then the moment will come when i meet the love of my life from this shore it sounds easy well i guess i ll count empty cars
['alabama indie']