He took it like he thought a man might   And shrugged, like he understood   Trying all through Trainwreck 49   Turn it up! 'Till you're floating through the wood   Wet hair falling 'round those eyes   Will tear at your mind if you let it   Hang that movie out to dry   If you’re brown paper dreams will let you forget it   Telephone wire is a brittle line   Leaves silences that demand replies   Through Swansea and Belmont he pushed the floor   To catch her falling through the door      Drunk on trying to sleep it off   So you lean the car through every turn   Your chest is sunken beneath the cloth   Do you steel yourself for the icy burn?   The rain has made the tar all greasy   I know I should shy from this kind of deal   But I tell you my mind, it forgets how easy   Cold wet hands can slip off the wheel   You wait so long in a Newcastle night   For a lonely cab to pull out of sight   And you can wear out a hole in a hard wood room   Headed for goodbye, but you don't know how soon      But one day when you see me   When you hear my name more clearly   One day when you see me   You won't be seeing the one that you lost   On Trainwreck 49      He took it like he thought a man might   And shrugged, like he understood   Trying all through Trainwreck 49   Turn it up 'till you're floating through the wood