[00:00.00] 作词 : Darnielle
[00:14.19]Once a week I make the drive, two hours east
[00:18.69]To check the Austin post office box
[00:23.31]And I make the detour through our old neighborhood
[00:27.81]See all the Chevy Impalas in their front yards up on blocks
[00:32.82]And I park in an alley
[00:35.31]And I read through the postcards you continue to send
[00:42.15]Where as indirectly as you can, you ask what I remember
[00:46.32]I like these torture devices from my old best friend
[00:51.15]Well, I'll tell you what I know, like I swore I always would
[00:56.88]I don't think it's gonna do you any good
[01:00.06]I remember the train headed south out of Bangkok
[01:05.01]Down toward the water
[01:19.47]I always get a late start when the sun's going down
[01:23.73]And the traffic's thinning out and the glare is hard to take
[01:27.93]I wish the West Texas Highway was a mobius strip
[01:32.79]I could ride it out forever
[01:35.01]When I feel my heart break, I almost swear I hear it happen, in fact, clean and not hard
[01:42.03]I come in off the highway and I park in my front yard
[01:46.62]Fall out of the car like a hostage from a plane
[01:52.62]Think of you a while, start wishing it would rain
[01:54.96]And I remember the train headed south out of Bangkok
[01:59.07]Down toward the water
[02:21.12]I come into the house, put on a pot of coffee
[02:26.31]Walk the floors a little while
[02:29.76]I set your postcard on the table with all the others like it
[02:35.67]I start sorting through the pile
[02:38.64]I check the pictures and the postmarks and the captions and the stamps
[02:43.59]For signs of any pattern at all
[02:48.09]When I come up empty-handed the feeling almost overwhelms me
[02:53.58]I let a few of my defenses fall
[02:56.97]And I smile a bitter smile
[02:59.10]It's not a pretty thing to see
[03:01.38]I think about a railroad platform
[03:03.42]Back in 1983
[03:05.64]And I remember the train headed south out of Bangkok
[03:12.45]Down, down toward the water

作词 : Darnielle
Once a week I make the drive, two hours east
To check the Austin post office box
And I make the detour through our old neighborhood
See all the Chevy Impalas in their front yards up on blocks
And I park in an alley
And I read through the postcards you continue to send
Where as indirectly as you can, you ask what I remember
I like these torture devices from my old best friend
Well, I'll tell you what I know, like I swore I always would
I don't think it's gonna do you any good
I remember the train headed south out of Bangkok
Down toward the water
I always get a late start when the sun's going down
And the traffic's thinning out and the glare is hard to take
I wish the West Texas Highway was a mobius strip
I could ride it out forever
When I feel my heart break, I almost swear I hear it happen, in fact, clean and not hard
I come in off the highway and I park in my front yard
Fall out of the car like a hostage from a plane
Think of you a while, start wishing it would rain
And I remember the train headed south out of Bangkok
Down toward the water
I come into the house, put on a pot of coffee
Walk the floors a little while
I set your postcard on the table with all the others like it
I start sorting through the pile
I check the pictures and the postmarks and the captions and the stamps
For signs of any pattern at all
When I come up empty-handed the feeling almost overwhelms me
I let a few of my defenses fall
And I smile a bitter smile
It's not a pretty thing to see
I think about a railroad platform
Back in 1983
And I remember the train headed south out of Bangkok
Down, down toward the water