you couldn't take the legal limit

and i didn't know how drunk i was

if i fall first then you say you win it

but it's a bit hasty to say you've won

i remember that train ride that wouldn't end

and the condutor who soon became your friend

you took in all the scenery, and then you

blew me off and i cursed you [with my hands]



i've no idea where you are going

but a good idea of where you've been

if you make it by winter before it's snowing

my compliments to your conducter friend

i read all about her in the lesser papers

and i can't say that i'm impressed

she'll act like a shabby doll if you make her

and god only knows what you taught her to do [with her hands]



{sure she looks good in the transit light

but things are gonna seem a bit too bright

when i'm gone}



she pushed you off at a stop in jackson

and suddenly you're feeling torn

you cried like a baby when you pulled out the photos

you call it art but it's just porn

you're proud of your journey of love and loss

and all the stories you could tell

you think there's a market for your subtle pictures

but no-one will look at the captured hell [in your hands]