| A penny on the railroad tracks
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| Still waiting for the westbound four fifteen
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| No name motel and cement smoke stacks
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| Same old same this time
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| This time I’m looking back
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| Do you have the time to listen to the story of my life
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| Can you set aside a year so i can tell you why
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| The coffee’s cold and the station is quiet
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| Such a lonely wait
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| The snow falls carelessly
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| I have heard this message in my head before
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| The four fifteen to goshen
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| Now boarding call
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| I’ll take this on my own again
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| I’m not afraid to be on my own again
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| I’m not sure exactly why or where i’m going
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| I’ll just start again
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| I know it doesn’t make much sense to go
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| And nothing ever translates through the telephone
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| I just called to say I’m not sure when I’ll be home
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| I’ve got to start all over
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| And I’ll take this time
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| Take a chance on everything I own
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| And I’ll make it this time
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| Somewhere. |
| Sometime
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| If you can see me there falling down on my face again |