JUMPING OVER THE TRACKS
Jumping over the tracks
How empty and sweet could be that feeling
People in some greasy spoon over there
Waiving arms, waiving chops, in a kind of surprise
Wandering the railroad
I wonder where these bends could lead to
They will take you to the edge of the country
They will make you feel real, further and further
Come off the train
Just walk down the gravel
In case it rains
Give good advice to your shadow
Engineers are never wrong
My uncle used to say that, and he was a cook
Trains are the beauty of movement
Greasy spoons – immobility preachers
Wandering the railroad
I wonder where these bends could go to
They will take you to the edge of the country
They will make you feel real, further and further