Lyrics:
I drive by Airports three times a day
Synchronizing every single move
It's on the airwaves you're coming my way
Sure I don't have much to lose
a eight-by-twelve four-bit room
I'm a man of means, by no means
King of the road
Third boxcar, midnight train
Destination: Bangor, Maine
Old worn out suit and shoes
an eight-by-twelve four bed room
I'm a man of means by no means
King of the road
Third box-car on the midnight tube
Destination Hangar Lane
Old worn out suit
a fear to take the wheel
Steering what's next to come
Move round racers
Pass one, trail one
Move round racers
The race
Endless
So who's won
But the teeth
tomorrow
Let tomorrow come and go
Tonight you're in a nice warm boxcar
Safe from all the wind and snow
I know the police cause you trouble
They cause
tomorrow
Let tomorrow come and go
Tonight you're in a nice warm boxcar
Safe from all the wind and snow
I know the police cause you trouble
They cause
Want to taste some major?
Moto racer
I be on that
See you later
I'm alive and I'm lit
I don't waste time about shit
I shut shit down in the mix
Catch me
She's a boxcar rollin' by
Like a black star in the sky
She's a failure once or twice
Like a trailer spinnin' out upon dizzy ice
Flowers fly
runaway).
They hunger for home but they cannot stay,
They wait by the door,
They stand and they stare.
They're already out of there,
They're already
flew the skyways, and honey wasn't made by the bee
If black was blue, if I was you, I'd come back to me
There's no way for you to know
How much that I
I counted them on my side
Lately I don't count on nothing
I just let things slide
The station master's shuffling cards
Boxcars are banging in
I counted them on my side
Lately I don't count on nothing
I just let things slide
The station master's shuffling cards
Boxcars are banging in
as hound dogs bay
But never quite catch the tune
Stars fall down in buckets like rain
Till there ain't no standing room
Bright blue boxcars train by train
worry about tomorrow. Let tomorrows come and go.
Tonight you've got a nice, warm boxcar, free from all the wind and snow.
[Chorus:]
I know the police
Hoverin' by my suitcase tryin' to find a
Warm place to spend the night
A heavy rain a fallin' seems I hear
Your voice a callin' it's all right
of trains
She never played with dolls or lacy kinds of things
Jesse counted boxcars instead of counting sheep
She could go anywhere when she went to sleep
think 'bout tomorrow
Let tomorrow come and go
Tonight you're in a nice warm boxcar
Safe from all that wind and snow
I know the police cause you trouble
a eight by twelve four bit room
I'm a man of means by no means king of the road
Third boxcar midnight train destination Bangor Maine
Old worn out suit
my lane, I won't chase her
Babygirl, I am a Nascar racer
Get back-up, shawty gotta back up
I retired all her love, it don't matter
When my day is going
a eight by twelve four-bit room
I'm a man of means by no means
King of the road
Third boxcar midnight train, destination Bangor, Maine
Old worn out
I'm out the way
I blew up by the way
Get off of me
I'm pulling all this weight
You're really him
I be pulling strings
Yeah I'm out the way
Yeah I
Out on the range
The quiet, endless still
Where the wild S.S.I
Whispers from these hills
It's a petrified forest
Trailer parks and fords
a promise without no truth?
I gave my love a fortune in silver and gold
I gave it to her lie, by lie, by lie, by lie that I had told
I gave my love a story
Paid by the Bloods, raised by the Crips
Soulo Ho the prophecies, atrocities, exhibition
Oh yeah, now a nigga livin' good
But good could be better I
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