New mexico melts in the sun. and the screen doors slam like the sound of a gun. you left without saying goodbye. and the rails rocked so hard. from springfield to maine. all the letters are gone. all of the memories that i relied on. the trains go downtown burnt by the sun. blue as a gun called love. the cars and the cat's curl like smoke. and i wonder what happened. the last time we spoke. there's hundreds of planes flying north and the snow fields are silver with angels below. baby i'll take the fall down from the wires the windows and walls. the trains go downtown burnt by the sun. blue as a gun called love. just 22 years and the road leads back to the place i left home from. seems like a lifetime ago. all the cafe's are chained. it's over so easy. and the clouds look like rain.