Freight Train to Nowhere by Mark Heard


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Satellite Sky by Mark Heard

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Freight Train to Nowhere
by Mark Heard

Album: Satellite Sky


Miss Misfortune sails down the rails with her brow to the windowpane,
The scenery that she sees in her soul doesn’t match with the blur in her brain,
Oh, she can trace the tricks of the tracks like the ribs of a rattlesnake,
‘Til all her pastel chalk lines of fact are erased like a schoolgirl’s slate.

She is reading her own tattoos,
Her diary is the evening news,
She can’t give a damn on cue,
On a freight train to nowhere.

Hey, if she were not scorching the rails with the haste of a bolting ghost there would be no reason to fear the death rattle in the engine’s throat,
She could call for the mini-cams, or take up a gun, or be politically correct,
But that kind of justice still preys on the ones with the stones hung around their necks.

Oh, she’s reading her own tattoos,
Her diary is the evening news,
And she can’t give a damn on cue,
On a freight train to nowhere.

She’s heard it said, by the drone in her head, that the wages of spend is debt,
She figures that’s better than nothing to show for the years of tears and sweat,
If she could put her hand on the brake of the land, find the treason in the diesel and the smoke, she would jar the teeth of the dull and the meek and feed them the truth until they choke.

She is reading her own tattoos,
Her diary is the evening news,
She can’t give a damn on cue,
On a freight train to nowhere.

She is reading her own tattoos,
Her diary is the evening news,
And she can’t give a damn on cue,
On a freight train to nowhere.


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