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It's out the door, two flights of stairs
Twenty paces, then I'm there
Wait in line to pay my fare
Balm my lip and fix my hair

And every day it's just the same
The platform winds they call my name
Sweep in sweep out now with the train
That brings me o'er to Queen & Main

This train mighta taken me up to work and back you see
It always does since I been twenty-one
My mother's man he liked my face
And that's not all so I took off at a child's age
Yeah I laid waste

Found the closest city to settle down
And taste the dirt of concrete ground
My will was high but cash was down
Rent is low west of downtown

No job to get, no family
With no trade skills or big degree
The only place to work for me
Is the east end full of factories

This train mighta taken me up to work and back you see
It always does since I been twenty-one
If being poor is my life's crime
My body's prison's eastern standard time
The doors they chime

Ten hours toil at minimum wage
Rides to and from bookend my day
Keep the man at work and there he'll stay
He ain't at home but he's in my way

And every day I fight the urge
To hear those doors sound my funeral dirge
Those platform winds give me the nerve
It's quick and clean and trains can't swerve

This train mighta taken me up to work and back
You see it always does
Track's got a tunnel that's long and deep
A pre-dug trench for eternal sleep
There's not much here I want to keep
So to the end, it's no great leap

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from One Hundred Dollars - Forest of Tears (2008), released August 1, 2008

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