March 22, 2012

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Empty Stations

All aboard the last plane leaving
The fire’s rising and the sky’s receding
And there’s nothing left here that hasn’t been sold

The same old thing’s a special torture
You wanna fight but you’re no longer a soldier
It’ll take more than guns to get out of this

And ever since you were a kid
You’d never believe that your life could turn out like this
But dreams are a fickle family
Sometimes they turn away
Nobody told you about today

You used to think that the war would make you
But now you know that war can only break you
It’s not like a video or TV

Some say history will judge us kindly
Some say we’re guilty because we acted blindly
But it’s the lonely middle where we gotta live

I’ve done things that I’ve been proud of
And I’ve done things that I regret
But all these demons that I’m dragging home to you (my love)
We’ll have to get rid of them
But not yet

The television and the net distract you
From empty stations that you know you need to pull through
The blood’s on your fingers
Not on the tracks

And ever since you were a kid
You’d never believe that your life could turn out like this
But dreams are a fickle family
Sometimes they turn away
Nobody told you about today

© Christopher McNeely, 2012

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