Indian Pacific on a dead straight track   Indian Pacific on a dead straight track   There's a word in here's gonna drag her back      I drunk all but a train fare back out west   I drunk all but a train fare back out west   I wanna lay my head on my baby's breast      Box car shudders and the breaks will wheeze   Box car shudders and the breaks will wheeze   She'll be hitting me hard, I'll be begging her   "Please"      The venom in your' letters felt real when I read 'em   Sitting in the cool Newtown shade   Though it might seem absurd I meant every word   Of those hollowed out promises I made   In the meltdown shallow town fall around out of our heads   Drowning while the game is played   I shoveled my grave as you tried to make the save      You kicked my chair from the table and I've scarcely been able   To stop myself from running off the rails   Now I'm scared to admit how hard I would quit   If my mission to your' door was to fail   My tongue is all thick, I need to get to you quick   But this goddamn train is like a snail   Steady hands I pray that they're sure to make the save      Indian Pacific on a dead straight track   Indian Pacific on a dead straight track   There's a word in here's gonna drag her back