Текст песни Swallow

the pavement under my feet is going soft the sun is melting souls and nobody's got any spirit I guess that's the trick of today read it in the paper ink stains your hands messes with your intentions no point, no point standing swallow railroad through my head is fast and I don't know if I got a ticket to ride this train and it might not be stopping here here, there and anywhere can I get of I don't think I can stand another stop