Between the Switches

[Spoken]
I have a friend, he rides the grainers
Unit trains, and manifests
Filling up a steel container
Bragging about all the coin he gets
Now, I fire back and make some noise
And brag about love ones so dear
But somewhere, I made a choice
That left them there and put me here
I wanted so to see a tall stack
Belch the blackest breath she ever sang
While singing rails go streaming off
Where, to your eyes [ . . . ]
It's infinite there between the switches
But there was someone else there all those times
For a lamp did light some deep, dark ditches
When I know I kept my hand from lighting mine