I repeat it in a joke, yeah, yeah
With the sounding of the smoke
On the corner of the window
Killing time into conducting then
I repeat it in a picture
They're never looking back, yeah
Where are you going?
So they believed that their conductor
And with the color of the whistle
Loud clothes, quiet earings
They were running out of ink
Old flame, ex-widows
And the things that cut the cable
In a can under the kitchen, in an unmarked grave
They were running out of time, yeah
They're uncovering the old
They were looking for a ride
And they draw the shades and lockets
So they kissed the farmer's daughters
Black nights, white shadows, a bone and a key
So they went down to the station
With their pockets full of gold
Is the leader of the pack
Pay it back, pay it forward
And they're running down the tracks, yeah, yeah
Nothing means nothing to me
Someone has been done to me
And the table had to chase it
And the time hopped back
