We are still alive
Hangin on for dear life
On a cargo train
With no ticket back
The boxcar it rides
Like a kid would drive
If he was sleep deprived
And without a license
Though no dimes
We’ve both got the time
And time can be pretty
Pretty hard to find
Still if you left
I’d lay my back against the tracks
To make sure I could see
That boxcar
Heading west
No destination yet
Except the screaming wind
Get some coffee, if we all chip in
No assimilation
No extra rations
And most folk would say
No rational, no common sense, where’s you head?
But our heads clear
Clearer every year
The underdog up from behind
if you all left
I’d lay my back against the tracks
To make sure I could see
That boxcar
Pack your bags and say goodbye
Don’t ask questions, don’t as why
There are no rules to abide by
In this boxcar

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