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.

Intro: C Am C Am

This street holds its secrets
like a cobra holds its kill
This street minds its business
like a jailer minds his jail
That house there is haunted
That door’s a portal to hell
This street holds its secrets very well

That man wears his skin
like a dancer wears her veils
That man stalks his victims
like a cancer stalks a cell
That man’s soul has left him
his heart’s as deadly as a rusty nail
That man sheds his skin like a veil

Lord, you play a hard game
you know we follow every rule
Then you take the one thing
we thought we’d never lose
All I ask is if she’s with you
please keep her warm and safe
and if its in your power
(stop) C Am C Am
please purge the memory,…of this place.

This life holds its secrets
like a seashell holds the sea
soft and distand calling
like a faded memory
This life has its victories
but its defeats tear so viciously
This life holds its secrets
like the sea.