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The Save

Jeff Lang

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


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