Messing with the Settings

At sundown it feels like I'm riding a train I'm not on

At sundown it feels like I'm riding a train I'm not on

We used to post up for days at this place in The Flats

She'd stare off into space and draw smokestacks on her placemat

She had a dwindling grace and a faith in the industry

That never really made sense to me

While we were combing the place trying to come up with the funds

For some phone number friend in some idling car

She said this probably isn't where we I see myself forever

For now it's pretty much where we are

I never really argued with her basic observations

Because I wasn't super into confrontation back then

I was mostly just about sitting by the window

Watching the flag in the front just twisting and twisting and twisting

We map where we've been by the scars on our skin

We can only sing the songs we've been taught to

Rachel always recommended messing with the settings

She said it's better than settling for whatever they give you

At sundown it feels like I'm riding a train I'm not on

At sundown it feels like I'm riding a train I'm not on

Rachel was practical, she always carried matches

She said she didn't have habits they're rituals

She threw salt over her shoulder when they rang for last orders

She held her breath when she got up from the table

It never really mattered that she was twelve years older

Except for when we talked about the 1980s

Because I was still showing up to Modern European History

While she was trying to hold on to her baby

She started out teasing me calling me her partner in crime

Because neither one of us were supposed to be in the taverns

I had a suspended license and a court case coming up

And the judge said he was seeing some patterns

She said at sundown it feels like I'm riding a train I'm not on

That all at once sensation of speeding and sinking

Fridays making eyes at guys cashing their checks and other

Forms of magical thinking

At sundown it feels like I'm riding a train I'm not on

At sundown it feels like I'm riding a train I'm not on

They pulled me over five minutes from home.

I went off to the workhouse for thirty- eight days

When I got out I drove out to my brothers in Denver

He got me a job at the golf course

I decided to stay there

I heard she'd living off more of the same

That she got with that guy that took IDs at the door

Must have been last winter when I finally tried to text her

The number I had didn't go through anymore

So I was a little bit surprised when Sam got in touch

Asked if I could be here, told me what did it

It's my first trip back after eight years in Denver

I drove in from the West and the city looks different now

All those luxury lofts that they built in the old factories

Reminded me of her faith in the industry

Rachel did her best with the deal she'd been dealt

And that's what I've got for her eulogy

At sundown it feels like I'm riding a train I'm not on

At sundown it feels like I'm riding a train I'm not on

At sundown it feels like I'm riding a train I'm not on

At sundown it feels like I'm riding a train I'm not on

At sundown it feels like I'm riding a train I'm not on

At sundown it feels like I'm riding a train I'm not on

At sundown it feels like I'm riding a train I'm not on

At sundown it feels like I'm riding a train I'm not on

At sundown it feels like I'm riding a train I'm not on