Tytuł: Nights between stations

• Wykonawca: Walkabouts
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Caught when our center was broken
   Caught when our troubles were true
   On a three state run, from the merciless sun
   We ripped up the letters from home
  
   Caught on the barbed wire fences
   Caught in the bones and the thorns
   Caught in these arms, we will never go wrong
   When the nights between stations grow long
  
   Checked ourself in to the station hotel
   Sittin' up in a bed made for lyin'
   The train leaves at dawn,
   But we drink on and on
   Catchin' up with the dead and the dyin'
  
   Caught on the barbed wire fences
   Caught in the bones and the thorns
   Caught in these arms, we will never go wrong
   When the nights between stations grow long
  
   Hey there conductor, spare us your suspicions
   We're not as lit as we seem
   Don't offer us somethin', when we're
   Looking for nothin'
   Nothin' is the one thing we believed
  
   I'm leavin' our suitcase on the platform #5
   I'll be damned if I carry it again
   It's filled with a curse, disappointment and worse
   And there's enough of that, caught in my head
  
   Caught on the barbed wire fences
   Caught in the bones and the thorns
   Caught in these arms, we will never go wrong
   When the nights between stations grow long