| Living in daydreams, yeah it’s not a way to live
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| You say the rock bed is dry, I say the drought has got to give
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| And I can see the run-down station
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| Where the trees grow in the tracks
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| Show me how the roof has caved in
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| Tell me there’s no going back
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| But I’ve been saying that the creek will run
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| I’ve been waiting for the train to come
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| Going back to all my magical thinking that
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| Finds a break in the stone
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| Driving at midnight, it’s when the dreaming starts again
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| It all comes true if the light turns before I count to ten
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| And if I do a few things better now
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| Better than I’ve don before
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| The only thing I ver wanted
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| Will be there, will be standing at my door
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| And the creek will run
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| And I’ll be waiting for the train to come
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| Going back to al my magical thinking that
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| Finds a break in the stone
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| And in the light of this reverie
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| I can see it all some day
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| It’s as clear as any memory
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| And it’s just as far away
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| Oh have you heard the news, how they’re bringing back the train?
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| They cleared the trees and the old rails were shining in the rain
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| Yeah it rained for days and nights on end
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| It’s like we emptied out the sky
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| And the creek was running so full, everywhere
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| You could hear it rushing by, rushing by
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| Don’t worry, even I know
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| You don’t have to say it’s time to go
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| I know all about my magical thinking
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| I’m moving on from this impossible dreaming
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| But I’m gonna stay a little longer; |
| I’m watching as
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| The water runs through the stone |