the pavement under my feet   is going soft   the sun is melting souls   and nobody's got any spirit   I guess that's the trick of today   read it in the paper   ink stains your hands   messes with your intentions   no point, no point standing     swallow     railroad through my head is fast   and I don't know if I got a ticket   to ride this train   and it might not be stopping here   here, there and anywhere   can I get of   I don't think I can stand another stop