Train tracks
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On that one side of paradise
In the Tropic of Cancer
Along past warehouses and water towers
Their backs turned squarely
To the train that bumps and glides on the tracks
My head leaning against the window
'H' or 'H'
I just can't tell
The click and clack
Won't serve me well
I hear it come
It comes so near
Across the track
I sit in fear
