Bullet train

My brother, I can’t cover up the gospel truth I know how it was and what I promised you but you pissed away every good thing that was yours to take I thought I could carry you, but even strong backs break

the bullet train ain’t coming back the wheels are singing down the track from where I stand the moon ain’t getting any brighter so goodbye brother, riding the silver liner

My brother, you made your choice you made your bed with all your kinfolk hanging on by a thread you schemed and dreamed and cheated in the dead of night (hell bent on getting higher) whoever said that true love wins ain’t got it right

I’m thinking of the way it used to be back when you and I were thick as thieves til she handcuffed you and threw away the key

no I ain’t gonna saddle some woman with all the blame she might have soaked you down with kerosene, but you lit the flame

I curse the day you crossed each other’s crooked path (hell bent on getting higher) you held her close, the fire rose, and burned it down to ash