Train

I woke up on Angel Island in your arms
To the smell of burning bridges
And the sound of those alarms in my head,
We should have stayed in bed
But we held them up for ransom anyway
When the coldest days of winter were
The summers that we took aim at the Bay
And grateful wasn't dead
And like your lips were only made for me to kiss
Oh oh oh oh
We were made for this
While the girls all danced beneath a burning man
And the last waltz did somersaults to finish off the Band
Where they began in a wonder Winterland