The Last Spike

(Michael Timmins)
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 Mornings feel so damn sad these days
 without the call of the 8: 15
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 That old familiar echo
 has finally died away
 leaving nothing but a chill
 where there once was a mighty scream
 And I've watched the flat cars
 take away our timber
 I've watched the coal cars steal our rock
 
 And now that we've got
 nothing left to take we're told
 that the wheels will stop turning,
 the whistles will stop blowing,
 these foolish dreams must stop
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 Last year they closed down the post office,
 took the only flag we had in town
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 That old brick building
 still stands like a cenotaph
 to a vision lost and buried in
 a very distant past
 And I've watched the flat cars
 take away our timber
 I've watched the coal cars steal our rock
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 And now that we've got
 nothing left to take we're told
 that the wheels will stop turning,
 the whistles will stop blowing,
 these foolish dreams must stop
 
 The longest train I've ever seen
 was the train that you were on
 I walked you to the station,
 we kissed and you were gone
 I dream at night about you coming home
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 The train in the station,
 your uniform on fire
 as you step onto the platform
 the band plays a little louder,
 and as we embrace your cap falls off
 Oh, I guess these foolish dreams must stop
 Mornings feel so damn sad these days
 without the call of the 8: 15
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 Looks like this town is finally
 going to die away
 leaving nothing but broken promises
 where there once was small town dreams
 And I've watched the flat cars
 take away our timber
 I've watched the coal cars steal our rock
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 And now that we've got
 nothing left to take we're told
 that the TV station will be closing,
 Main Street windows will need boarding,
 that these foolish dreams must stop