INTRO: G
VERSE:
Mornings feel so damn sad these days
Without the call of the 8:15.
That old familiar echo has finally died away
Leaving nothing but a chill where there once was a mighty scream.
CHORUS:
And I’ve watched the flat cars take away our timber.
I’ve watched the coal cars steal our rock.
And now that we’ve got nothing left to take we’re told
That the wheels will stop turning, the whistles will stop blowing,
These [/C]foo[/B]lish dreams must stop.
VERSE:
Last year they closed down the post office,
Took the only flag we had in town.
That old brick building still stands like a cenotaph
To a vision lost and buried in a very distant past.
CHORUS:
And I’ve watched the flat cars take away our timber.
I’ve watched the coal cars steal our rock.
And now that we’ve got nothing left to take we’re told
That the wheels will stop turning, the whistles will stop blowing,
These [/C]foo[/B]lish dreams must stop.
BRIDGE:
The longest train I’ve ever seen was the train that you were on.
I walked you to the station, we kissed and you were gone.
I dream at night about you coming home.
The train in the station, your uniform on fire
As you stepped onto the platform the band plays a little louder,
And as we embrace your cap falls off.
Oh, I guess these foolish dreams must stop.
VERSE:
Mornings feel so damn sad these days
Without the call of the 8:15.
Looks like this town is finally gonna die away
Leaving nothing but broken promises where there once was small town dreams
CHORUS:
And I’ve watched the flat cars take away our timber.
I’ve watched the coal cars steal our rock.
And now that we’ve got nothing left to take we’re told
That the Tv stations will be closing main street windows will need boardsing
That these [/C]foo[/B]lish dreams must stop.
