Текст песни Source Decay

Once a week I make the drive

To the Austen post office box

I take the detour

Through our old neighborhood

See all the Chevy Impalas in their frontyards

Up on blocks

And I park in an alley

And I read through the postcards

You continue to send

Where as indirectly as you can

You ask what I remember

I like these torture devices

From my old best friend

Well I'll tell you what I know

Like I swore I always would

I don't think it's going to do you any good

I remember the train

Heading south out of Bangkok

Down toward the water

I always get a late starte

When the sun's going down

And the traffic's thinning out

And the glare is hard to take

I wish the West Texas highway

Was a mobius strip

I could ride it out forever

When I feel my heart break

I almost swear I hear it happen

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I come in off the highway

And I park in my front yard

I fall out of the car

Like a hostage from a plane

Think of you a while

Start wishing it would rain

And I remember the train

Headed south out of Bangkok

Down toward the water

I come into the house

Put on a pot of coffee

Walk the floors a little while

I set your postcard on a table

With all the others like it

I start sorting through the pile

I check the pictures and the postmarks

And the captions and the stamps

For signs of any pattern at all

When I come up empty handed

The feeling almost overwhelms me

I let a few of my defenses fall

And I smile a bitter smile

It's not a pretty thing to see

I think about a railroad platform

Back in 1983

And I remember the train

Headed south out of Bangkok down

Down toward the water