Race The Sun
I don't know what you're waiting for - Mary is out the door.
Why would I lie? Why would I lie?
Through the dust and the fading light shall I tell you what I spy?
Mississippi-Southern owns the train but I know it's got another name.
Why would I lie? Why would I lie?
It's a race to the edge of the night.
Hmmm, Great Sorrow's got you in its lights.
Run, run! Try to catch the sun.
Don't be slack - Great Sorrow is on the tracks.
Run, run! Try to catch the sun.
Don't look back - Great Sorrow is on the track.
I don't know what you're waiting for - Mary is out the door.
Why would I lie? Why would I lie?
When it calls from the edge of the night shall I tell you what I spy?
Run, run! Try to catch the sun.
Don't be slack - Great Sorrow is on the track.
Run, run! Try to catch the sun.
Don't look back - Great Sorrow is on your track.
I don't know what you call that train - Gone, buddy, that's the name.
Gone.
Gone.
Gone.
