Recorded live at the Garage Mahal, Kamloops, BC.
Engineered by Rory McClure
Cover by Henry Girard
lyrics
I hear the train coming down the tracks like a feral dog in search of scraps
Did whatever I had to do and drank my money down the road with you
A union cheque between my hands, a porcelain doll and abandoned plans
Pack my bags, gonna to leave this town and hop that train to where I can’t be found
The timber’s thick for this time of year and I know it’s full of white tail deer
A gambler’s game and I got no plan, find the sea so I can cleanse my hands
All that’s left will age and rust, like a dying leaf left to burn in the sun
I find a spark and I hope it stays, I play that hand and I hope it pays
His daddy came up to the door, those grandkids of his he ain’t seen before
“It’s been a while and I want to know, got 2 tickets here to the big top show”
He stood his ground, didn’t waste his breath, he closed that door and put hell to rest
Through thick and thin I’ll take the blame, find the sea so I can hide my shame.
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