| Hard rain fell. Chalk it up to a failure. | |
| Push through the cold weather. | |
| Racing heart, slow the beat, push through the defeat. | |
| No one knows, just push through the deadbeats, junkies, liars and cutthroats. | |
| The same walk, the same pier. | |
| No one's going to remember him here. | |
| "Just walk until you reach those long steel tracks." | |
| That old familiar sting, the memories of rivalry. | |
| Years passed and it's still here. | |
| The same dirt, the same rails, the same fear. | |
| And all the years of giving in rushed through his head again. | |
| With no loss to match his gain, he rolled on to hop that train. | |
| That rain fell hard. | |
| Chalk the miles from his failure. | |
| Trees sway with the weather. | |
| Racing heart, slow the beat. | |
| Every crossed town line is relief. | |
| With no money and no name, state lines, borders rivers are all the same. | |
| The city by dawn, a stranger with no history comes. | |
| "Just rest your head where the sun sets. Fade out at sun down." |
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