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The Last Spike - Cowboy Junkies

Mornings feel so damn sad these days

Without the call of the 8:15

That old familiar echo

Has finally died away

Leaving nothing but a chill

Where there once was a mighty scream

And I've watched the flat cars

Take away our timber

I've watched the coal cars steal our rock

And now that we've got

Nothing left to take we're told

That the wheels will stop turning

The whistles will stop blowing

These foolish dreams must stop

Last year they closed down the post office

Took the only flag we had in town

That old brick building

Still stands like a cenotaph

To a vision lost and buried in

A very distant past

And I've watched the flat cars

Take away our timber

I've watched the coal cars steal our rock

And now that we've got

Nothing left to take we're told

That the wheels will stop turning

The whistles will stop blowing

These foolish dreams must stop

The longest train I've ever seen

Was the train that you were on

I walked you to the station

We kissed and you were gone

I dream at night about you coming home

The train in the station

Your uniform on fire

As you step onto the platform

The band plays a little louder

And as we embrace your cap falls off

Oh I guess these foolish dreams must stop

Mornings feel so damn sad these days

Without the call of the 8:15

Looks like this town is finally

Going to die away

Leaving nothing but broken promises

Where there once was small town dreams

And I've watched the flat cars

Take away our timber

I've watched the coal cars steal our rock

And now that we've got

Nothing left to take we're told

That the TV station will be closing

Main Street windows will need boarding

That these foolish dreams must stop