The Last Spike

歌詞

Michael Timmins Mornings feel so damn sad these days Without the call of the 8:15. That old familiar echo has finally died away Leaving nothing but a chill Where there once was a mighty scream. And I've watched the flat cars Take away our timber. I've watched the coal cars steal our rock. And now that we've got Nothing left to take we're told That the wheels will stop turning, The whistles will stop blowing, These foolish dreams must stop. Last year they closed down the post office, Took the only flag we had in town. That old brick building still stands like a cenotaph To a vision lost and buried in a very distant past. And I've watched the flat cars Take away our timber. I've watched the coal cars steal our rock. And now that we've got Nothing left to take we're told That the wheels will stop turning, The whistles will stop blowing, These foolish dreams must stop. The longest train I've ever seen Was the train that you were on. I walked you to the station, We kissed and you were gone. I dream at night about you coming home. The train in the station, your uniform on fire As you step onto the platform The band plays a little louder, And as we embrace your cap falls off. Oh, I guess these foolish dreams must stop. Mornings feel so damn sad these days Without the call of the 8:15. Looks like this town is finally going to die away Leaving nothing but broken promises Where there once was small town dreams. And I've watched the flat cars Take away our timber. I've watched the coal cars steal our rock. And now that we've got Nothing left to take we're told That the TV station will be closing, Main Street windows will need boarding, That these foolish dreams must stop.