When Change Is No Longer Possible

(chorus) E'reybody running it as fast as they can
Chuggin' it down and reachin' for another
'Bowin' their brother outa the way
Like they can't be late for their own funeral

Look at the trees rushing by out the window
Look at the town, so pretty and sweet
Little picket fences, swings on the branches
Little Sunday dresses at the lemonade stand

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Dappled sunlight thru the dancing oak leaves
On the concrete sidewalk where the stand sits perched
And the four little girls are counting their money
And their momma's calling them home for church

Somebody hollers, "You better get on board
The train's a leavin' and it ain't coming back."
And you're half a mile from the Birmingham station
With an old guitar and a fifty pound pack
.
(break) Pick up you feet! Keep a runnin'!
You still got time to say your prayers
And leave your pack if you're getting tired
But you hold on tight to that old guitar

But here she comes: black chain lightning
Whizzing past at a hundred and ten
Wind in the weeds, sparks and gravel
Clickety-clank and she's round the bend

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And it's a country road where there ain't much traffic
An empty bottle rolling 'cross the floor
A distant whistle when she hits the tunnel--
That's it pal---there isn't any more

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