INTRO: G
VERSE:
Mornings feel so damn
sad these days
Without the
call of the
8:15.
That old familiar echo has f
inally 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 no
thing left to take we’re told
That the
wheels will stop turning, the
whistles will stop blowing,
These [/C]foo[/B]lish
dreams must s
top.
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 no
thing left to take we’re told
That the
wheels will stop turning,
the whistles will stop blowing,
These [/C]foo[/B]lish
dreams must s
top.
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 em
brace 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 f
inally 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.