The Towers And The Trains Letra

And the splashing sounds like laughing

As it rolls and it slides off the ceilings and the sides

Of the towers and the trains.



There's a blacklist. A deep, black malice.

Scars so deep, they're taught to children,

That live with people 'till the grave.

Folks can't shake 'em, twist or break 'em.

They find themselves condemned to burnout.

They rust and crack, and then they turn out like

The towers and the trains.



Nothing beats them downtown streets,

They can't keep a dream alive.

The women talking, men hard-rocking.

How will I survive?



We got issues from all the misuse.

We got wasted youth and missing persons who've got nothing left to do but age.

They sit on their porches, lit by torches,

And if you listen in the stillness, you?ll hear them singing about their illness:

The towers and the trains.



Nothing beats them downtown streets,

They can't keep a dream alive.

The women talking, men hard-rocking.

How will I survive?



In my town, when it rains. There are years that wash off towers and the trains.

And the splashing sounds like laughing

As it rolls and it slides off the ceilings and the sides

Of the towers and the trains.



Off the towers and the trains?