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Rambler
by Jesse Petrowski & Zak Norton
Well I smell the sun baked tar and feel the
granite shift underneath my weight.
I time my strides to match the ties that
bind two solid steel rails.
I'm blinded by the sun that's reflecting
off all the broken glass.
I notice all the houses have their backs
turned as I'm a walkin past.
C: I'm walkin' down those rails. And I hear
the whistle wail.
I'm walkin' all alone .I'm a square wheel
made of stone.
I'm just a ramblin' down that track.
Like there's a freight engine on my back.
People stop to stare as I pass them by, they
ask me where I'm goin'.
I say to catch a dream but they laugh at
me and say
it's just a bunch of steam I'm blowin'
But there's that red hot coal that's in my
soul and that's the thing that starts to
drive me wild.
Just put your ear down to the track and baby
you'll hear me comin' for miles.