Trains on train tracks
are made to come back
from every place that
they've ever been

a 7:30
a sunday off peak
I knew she'd leave me
but not like this

you know
you're the reason
that I felt alive out here
for so long
I've been waiting
for my chance to disappear

the wooden sleepers
the girders lying still
are cold reminders
of what you had to do

we're not like train tracks
sometimes we have to move
and never come back
despite the things we lose

you know
you're the reason
that I felt alive out here
for so long
I've been waiting
for my chance to disappear

This town
is just a strip of bars
and streets with common names
it's strange
to know you'll watch me
as I slowly pull away