Swallow - 22 Jacks

the pavement under my feet 
is going soft 
the sun is melting souls 
and nobody's got any spirit 
I guess that's the trick of today 
read it in the paper 
ink stains your hands 
messes with your intentions 
no point, no point standing 

swallow 

railroad through my head is fast 
and I don't know if I got a ticket 
to ride this train 
and it might not be stopping here 
here, there and anywhere 
can I get of 
I don't think I can stand another stop