Silence in the West Bound
He takes another dip
As she bites her bottom lip
Life ain't playin fair
This night's up in the air
He leads her out
This is the first they've been seen bout
Ain't no work in the mornin
Yet in his eyes he sees her dyin
She bows her head
Seeing the lights ahead
He sends up a prayer
As he throws his hands in the air
The lights flicker on and off
Then a single cough
It's the silence heard 'round
In the west bound
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