Lyrics

There’s a rhythm in the rail that keeps you rollin’
There’s stories that you’ll tell if you keep going
And time will mark your body with a map that you can’t see
That’s why I spend most my time,
Disguised as being me.

There’s cryin’ in the night,
That keeps you listening.
And the wind will blow you every which way,
Just to keep you twisting.
And time will mark your body with a map that you can see,
Sadly I spend most my time
Feeling like the jokes on me.

Floating like a hammer,
Swimming like a stone,
Wish I woulda’ had a crystal ball
To tell me when I’m wrong,
Counting all the headlights just to occupy my time
Ain’t nothing like a Monday morning
In a town that just ran dry.

There’s always seas to sail
If you keep rollin’,
Sometimes the wind is at your back
Without your knowing,
And time will mark your body with a map that you can see

Verse 3
There’s a rhythm in the rail that keeps you rollin’
Time will tell a tale without you knowin’
And time will mark your body with a map that you can’t see
That’s why I spend most my time disguised as being’ me.

Floating like a hammer,
Swimming like a stone,
Wish I woulda’ had a crystal ball
To tell me when I’m wrong,
Counting all the headlights just to pass the time
Ain’t nothing like Monday morning
In a town that just ran dry.
And Sunday mornings fallin’
I feel like getting high
Ain’t like nothing like a Monday mornin’
In a town that just ran dry.