22 Jacks

the pavement under my feet
is going soft
the sun is melting souls
and nobodys got any spirit
I guess thats 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 dont 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 dont think I can stand another stop
[ Swallow Lyrics ]