Jeff Lang - The Save lyrics

Indian Pacific on a dead straight track Indian Pacific on a dead straight track There's a word in here's gonna drag her back I drunk all but a train fare back out west I drunk all but a train fare back out west I wanna lay my head on my baby's breast Box car shudders and the breaks will wheeze Box car shudders and the breaks will wheeze She'll be hitting me hard, I'll be begging her "Please" The venom in your' letters felt real when I read 'em Sitting in the cool Newtown shade Though it might seem absurd I meant every word Of those hollowed out promises I made In the meltdown shallow town fall around out of our heads Drowning while the game is played I shoveled my grave as you tried to make the save You kicked my chair from the table and I've scarcely been able To stop myself from running off the rails Now I'm scared to admit how hard I would quit If my mission to your' door was to fail My tongue is all thick, I need to get to you quick But this goddamn train is like a snail Steady hands I pray that they're sure to make the save Indian Pacific on a dead straight track Indian Pacific on a dead straight track There's a word in here's gonna drag her back