Train Song

i could write a train song

but it would go off the rails

just as soon as I met the girl

from the wrong side of the tracks

down by the river

where the guns go off

at midnight and no-one looks

for a beat up jalopy leaving a store front

out of which jimmy deals

not china white but brown sugar

just like a young boy should

when it’s the only game in darktown

but the music saves us

it always has

from blue horns

to phat beats

play it sam

play it for us

who need it

play it on the kazoo

or the fucking black-burnt spoons

i could write a train song

but i’ll never catch one

out of this broken-down town

just off the crumpled map