Push for PORTER

izquierdaTrain Homederecha

Chris Smither


Take a look inside
I got nothin' left to hide
Take me as I am
Not what I wanna be
The why we'll never know, we passed that long ago
Is and was is all we're ever gonna be

He's almost shade, down by the river
Feels a breath that makes him shiver
Takes a breath and makes a dive alone
But the dead don't get no vacation
Down in that subway station
The only break they take is to the bone
They waitin' on a train to take 'em home

I don't think I see much of anything for me
In visions of the past or the ever-after
Now is what can be
All the rest is wait and see
Those prophets never hear that cosmic laughter

And gypsies in their wagons rollin'
Never hear those death bells tollin'
Never take no notice of the tone
But I do, and my pulse beats quicker
Scornful laughs and knowing snickers
Stop my heart and sink it like a stone
And I'm waitin' on a train to take me home

This ain't what it seems, it's not the stuff of dreams
Nothing is as clear as this confusion
The somewhat welcome news
Is there is no way to lose
Because what isn't real is genuine illusion

And it's all about that graveyard dancin'
Some sit still, some still prancin'
Some get caught between them
In a zone where there's nothin' left to give 'em cover
They can't even see each other
They just step and stumble on their own
They waitin' on a train to take 'em home
They waitin' on a train
I'm waitin' on a train
We all waitin' on a train to take us home