Letras
I'm walking a thin line
Between the road and the rail
Where the light is dim
And the colors run pale
Asphalt, creosote and dust
Broken glass, empty cans, cigarette butts
Along a path to a broken place
Between the road and the rail
Littered with want and waste
And strewn with spikes and nails
In the distance my future lies
Between the road and the rail
Dark clouds and stormy skies
Along the tracks I sail