The Station Agent

White lights down at the station
Laid up and out on the track
Last leg of a grateful nation
I don't think she's comin' back

No throttle
No throttle

Can't save the tender -- short of oil, short of will
Can't send the firemen
For fear the boil stutters and stills

No throttle, right
Well I got one last bottle, like, to make it fade
To make it fade away

White light down at the station
Backs up against the wall
They swear by their gods and graces
"We had nothin' to do with this all"

Your last bottle -- dyin' again
Full throttle, the murders close in
The murders close in



Credits
Writer(s): Nick Barnes
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