Tytuł: THE LAST SPIKE

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Mornings feel so damn sad these days
  without the call of the 8:15
  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
  
  Last year they closed down the post office,
  took the only flag we had in town
  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
  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
  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
  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
  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