Railroad King

Wish I was the railroad king

I'd make my own boots and everything

Make up the songs as I walk along

With no one to hear em' I can't get the words wrong

Can't get the words wrong

Can't get the words wrong

You never get the words wrong if you've never heard the song

I'm in a vacuum tryna to suck in some air

But it's only given tribbles, each marked "buyer beware"

When the exit's just castles to make sure you stay in

And the fire escape leads to the palace of sin

The palace of sin, yeah the palace of sin

Where you calloused your skin for an easy enough win

In this kinda life, well this kinda life

In this kinda life you never get the words right

And I mustn't be evil because "always grace" I read

In an airport book named "How To Help Yourself Instead"

The words start disappearin' after a couple of pages

As the publisher realized he could triple his wages

And I wish I was the railroad king

I'd tightrope the tracks far from the sound of anything

And all the little creatures will look to me in delight

In this kind of life you never get the words right

Well it was not, and it is not for the ride

And I always feel good in this kind of life

I'm goin' for as if I'll fissure the skin

But I'm hopin' that I'll one day see you all again