2006-11-19 - 11:58 p.m.
As autumn turns to winter And half a moon moves across the sky Every bar and cafe on this street All seem haunted now to me Just like every jukebox and every dance floor And I bet you couldn't find A single hotel doorway That I haven't slept behind And though I can't rewrite the past Or change the things I've done I might just catch the last train at the crossing If I run So pick me up, and take me down Southbound train, southbound train A hundred miles from here to Tucson Might be far enough away Might be far enough away And it's happened once too often now I never can recall their names Finding myself plastered on a barstool Between two of my old flames I pretend that I don't remember And they pretend that they don't care And we stare straight ahead in silence And wish that we weren't there And though I can't rewrite the past Or change the things I've done I might just catch the last train at the crossing If I run So pick me up, and take me down Southbound train, southbound train A hundred miles from here to Tucson Might be far enough away Might be far enough away I've seen about as many familar faces As I can stand to see today So pick me up, and take me down Southbound train, southbound train And when I get to Tucson And find a place to stay I'll drop a line so you can tell me Just how glad you are that I'm away And though I can't rewrite the past Or change the things I've done I might just catch the last train at the crossing If I run So pick me up, and take me down Southbound train, southbound train A hundred miles from here to Tucson Might be far enough away I've seen about as many familar faces As I can stand to see today So pick me up, and take me down Southbound train, southbound train Southbound train, southbound train
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