Lackawanna from Dog Years by Fiscal Cliff

Told me where to go
I got lost anyway
At a crossroad of steel
Finding my way

You told me theres a place
To get what I need
A gateway to grace
I’ll get in for free

I quicksand my time
Lay it out and flatten it
I’m a knife without a handle
You handled it

At the black and white station
With no in betweens
Last call for the rest of your life
So it seems

I’ll meet you down there
Where everyone goes
Where our tracks meets the river
And the clocktower glows

And the whistle blows
on. All aboard!
Next stop is yours

And the coal gets burned
Spreading the grime
Smoke blurs behind

And the steel wheels turn
Chugging along
Faster and faster and faster

There’s no return
Only the thoughts of what
Could've been
What could’ve been

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