Railroad Crossings

This Sunday evening
Won't you meet me by the lake?
And we'll discuss the things we keep even from ourselves
The nights we spend alone in dirty motels
At railroad crossings
Waiting for the bars to raise
We lock eyes in my rearview mirror, but I can't reach you
The things I dream about at night, will never be true



Credits
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

Link