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๐ ID: 76451
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Once a week I make the drive, two hours east
To check the Austin post office box
And I make the detour through our old neighborhood
See all the Chevy Impalas in their front yards up on blocks
And I park in an alley
And I read through the postcards you continue to send
Where as indirectly as you can, you ask what I remember
I like these torture devices from my old best friend
Well, I'll tell you what I know, like I swore I always would
I don't think it's gonna do you any good
I remember the train headed south out of Bangkok
Down toward the water
I always get a late start when the sun's going down
And the traffic's thinning out and the glare is hard to take
I wish the West Texas Highway was a mobius strip
I could ride it out forever
When I feel my heart break, I almost swear I hear it happen, in fact, clean and not hard
I come in off the highway and I park in my front yard
Fall out of the car like a hostage from a plane
Think of you a while, start wishing it would rain
And I remember the train headed south out of Bangkok
Down toward the water
I come into the house, put on a pot of coffee
Walk the floors a little while
I set your postcard on the table with all the others like it
I start sorting through the pile
I check the pictures and the postmarks and the captions and the stamps
For signs of any pattern at all
When I come up empty-handed the feeling almost overwhelms me
I let a few of my defenses fall
And I smile a bitter smile
It's not a pretty thing to see
I think about a railroad platform
Back in 1983
And I remember the train headed south out of Bangkok
Down, down toward the water
To check the Austin post office box
And I make the detour through our old neighborhood
See all the Chevy Impalas in their front yards up on blocks
And I park in an alley
And I read through the postcards you continue to send
Where as indirectly as you can, you ask what I remember
I like these torture devices from my old best friend
Well, I'll tell you what I know, like I swore I always would
I don't think it's gonna do you any good
I remember the train headed south out of Bangkok
Down toward the water
I always get a late start when the sun's going down
And the traffic's thinning out and the glare is hard to take
I wish the West Texas Highway was a mobius strip
I could ride it out forever
When I feel my heart break, I almost swear I hear it happen, in fact, clean and not hard
I come in off the highway and I park in my front yard
Fall out of the car like a hostage from a plane
Think of you a while, start wishing it would rain
And I remember the train headed south out of Bangkok
Down toward the water
I come into the house, put on a pot of coffee
Walk the floors a little while
I set your postcard on the table with all the others like it
I start sorting through the pile
I check the pictures and the postmarks and the captions and the stamps
For signs of any pattern at all
When I come up empty-handed the feeling almost overwhelms me
I let a few of my defenses fall
And I smile a bitter smile
It's not a pretty thing to see
I think about a railroad platform
Back in 1983
And I remember the train headed south out of Bangkok
Down, down toward the water
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:14.61] Once a week I make the drive, two hours east
[00:18.27] To check the Austin post office box
[00:24.62] And I make the detour through our old neighborhood
[00:28.39] See all the Chevy Impalas in their front yards up on blocks
[00:32.83] And I park in an alley
[00:35.62] And I read through the postcards you continue to send
[00:41.97] Where as indirectly as you can, you ask what I remember
[00:46.59] I like these torture devices from my old best friend
[00:51.10] Well, I'll tell you what I know, like I swore I always would
[00:57.51] I don't think it's gonna do you any good
[01:00.22] I remember the train headed south out of Bangkok
[01:04.83] Down toward the water
[01:19.40] I always get a late start when the sun's going down
[01:24.09] And the traffic's thinning out and the glare is hard to take
[01:27.76] I wish the West Texas Highway was a mobius strip
[01:33.26] I could ride it out forever
[01:35.04] When I feel my heart break, I almost swear I hear it happen, in fact, clean and not hard
[01:42.31] I come in off the highway and I park in my front yard
[01:46.87] Fall out of the car like a hostage from a plane
[01:50.51] Think of you a while, start wishing it would rain
[01:55.02] And I remember the train headed south out of Bangkok
[01:59.64] Down toward the water
[02:21.44] I come into the house, put on a pot of coffee
[02:26.01] Walk the floors a little while
[02:29.66] I set your postcard on the table with all the others like it
[02:34.28] I start sorting through the pile
[02:38.83] I check the pictures and the postmarks and the captions and the stamps
[02:43.46] For signs of any pattern at all
[02:48.05] When I come up empty-handed the feeling almost overwhelms me
[02:53.49] I let a few of my defenses fall
[02:57.12] And I smile a bitter smile
[02:58.96] It's not a pretty thing to see
[03:01.67] I think about a railroad platform
[03:03.55] Back in 1983
[03:06.26] And I remember the train headed south out of Bangkok
[03:10.80] Down, down toward the water
[03:25.47]
[00:18.27] To check the Austin post office box
[00:24.62] And I make the detour through our old neighborhood
[00:28.39] See all the Chevy Impalas in their front yards up on blocks
[00:32.83] And I park in an alley
[00:35.62] And I read through the postcards you continue to send
[00:41.97] Where as indirectly as you can, you ask what I remember
[00:46.59] I like these torture devices from my old best friend
[00:51.10] Well, I'll tell you what I know, like I swore I always would
[00:57.51] I don't think it's gonna do you any good
[01:00.22] I remember the train headed south out of Bangkok
[01:04.83] Down toward the water
[01:19.40] I always get a late start when the sun's going down
[01:24.09] And the traffic's thinning out and the glare is hard to take
[01:27.76] I wish the West Texas Highway was a mobius strip
[01:33.26] I could ride it out forever
[01:35.04] When I feel my heart break, I almost swear I hear it happen, in fact, clean and not hard
[01:42.31] I come in off the highway and I park in my front yard
[01:46.87] Fall out of the car like a hostage from a plane
[01:50.51] Think of you a while, start wishing it would rain
[01:55.02] And I remember the train headed south out of Bangkok
[01:59.64] Down toward the water
[02:21.44] I come into the house, put on a pot of coffee
[02:26.01] Walk the floors a little while
[02:29.66] I set your postcard on the table with all the others like it
[02:34.28] I start sorting through the pile
[02:38.83] I check the pictures and the postmarks and the captions and the stamps
[02:43.46] For signs of any pattern at all
[02:48.05] When I come up empty-handed the feeling almost overwhelms me
[02:53.49] I let a few of my defenses fall
[02:57.12] And I smile a bitter smile
[02:58.96] It's not a pretty thing to see
[03:01.67] I think about a railroad platform
[03:03.55] Back in 1983
[03:06.26] And I remember the train headed south out of Bangkok
[03:10.80] Down, down toward the water
[03:25.47]