Jeff Lang

You've been grinding out the days, miles and galleys in your palm Spending all of your down time playing amber solitaire Wearing nothing but long sleeves to hide the scars in your arms From the shivered fuzz of burning skin with cigarettes If you're

Indian Pacific on a dead straight track Indian Pacific on a dead straight track There's a word in here's gonna drag her back I drunk all but a train fare back out west I drunk all but a train fare back out west I wanna lay my head on my baby's breast