Brakeman

I was a brakeman

The sharpest of all them

Hoping to be there in it good

I was a bum rush

Imparting the self lust

It wasn't always understood

I was a comin'

I combed every shoreline

I wanted to damage just a few

Hoping in time it won't be swift enough

And they'll carry us away

And they'll carry us away

I was a cold one

Colder than ever

You feel the chill I left on you

Now back on the brake lines

And steeper than I climbed

Well if there's one will it be you

Take your [?]

Take your fall, laying your trap for me

Take this wig up off my head, it did what it had to do

It runs back, straight and true

And leaving no (mark?)