The Save

Indian Pacific on a dead straight track

Indian Pacific on a dead straight track

There's a word in here's gonna drag her back



I drunk all but a train fare back out west

I drunk all but a train fare back out west

I wanna lay my head on my baby's breast



Box car shudders and the breaks will wheeze

Box car shudders and the breaks will wheeze

She'll be hitting me hard, I'll be begging her

"Please"



The venom in your' letters felt real when I read 'em

Sitting in the cool Newtown shade

Though it might seem absurd I meant every word

Of those hollowed out promises I made

In the meltdown shallow town fall around out of our heads

Drowning while the game is played

I shoveled my grave as you tried to make the save



You kicked my chair from the table and I've scarcely been able

To stop myself from running off the rails

Now I'm scared to admit how hard I would quit

If my mission to your' door was to fail

My tongue is all thick, I need to get to you quick

But this goddamn train is like a snail

Steady hands I pray that they're sure to make the save



Indian Pacific on a dead straight track

Indian Pacific on a dead straight track

There's a word in here's gonna drag her back