Another folk song. Read it, tell me what you think, be honest, you know what to do. Say whatever you want, I'm impossible to offend. Railway Freedom Fighters No I don't know why we drink the night Into all these different freeway highs But through glare from dimming lights on glass You read the traffic signs While they meant nothing, they were everything to you Just cities we were passing through In the dark of the morning, the back of the cab Passed out in the coach seats over the tracks Chorus thing: I wanted nothing more than that The lights of cities rushing past A sign that I've got no control Just wondering where the fuck we'll go In a mess of paint sprayed over cracks We watched New Jersey turn its back Where every dive bar alley wall Is a railway freedom fighter's psalm No I don't know why they paint the town Before they burn it to the ground Why we decorate our failure As we take a final bow Chorus thing: I want to save the spotlight For all the girls with painted lips For the barroom fighting patriots And the writers leaving words as tips We were many things Profane in attempts at blowing smoke rings Dropping the ash, you laughed as you missed You burned a mark into my skin Those days we took our coffee black Counting the state lines, burning gas We'd soak it up, misguided love Some things look better once they've passed Chorus thing: I want to write the next lament That hits you somewhere in your chest A tribute to our level heads Just wondering where the fuck they went