Текст песни cowboy junkies - The Last Spike
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Mornings feel so damn sad these daysWithout the call of the 8:15That old familiar echoHas finally died awayLeaving nothing but a chillWhere there once was a mighty screamAnd Ive watched the flat carsTake away our timberIve watched the coal cars steal our rockAnd now that weve gotNothing left to take were toldThat the wheels will stop turning,The whistles will stop blowing,These foolish dreams must stopLast year they closed down the post office,Took the only flag we had in townThat old brick buildingStill stands like a cenotaphTo a vision lost and buried inA very distant pastAnd Ive watched the flat carsTake away our timberIve watched the coal cars steal our rockAnd now that weve gotNothing left to take were toldThat the wheels will stop turning,The whistles will stop blowing,These foolish dreams must stopThe longest train Ive ever seenWas the train that you were onI walked you to the station,We kissed and you were goneI dream at night about you coming homeThe train in the station,Your uniform on fireAs you step onto the platformThe band plays a little louder,And as we embrace your cap falls offOh, I guess these foolish dreams must stopMornings feel so damn sad these daysWithout the call of the 8:15Looks like this town is finallyGoing to die awayLeaving nothing but broken promisesWhere there once was small town dreamsAnd Ive watched the flat carsTake away our timberIve watched the coal cars steal our rockAnd now that weve gotNothing left to take were toldThat the tv station will be closing,Main street windows will need boarding,That these foolish dreams must stop