"Rails"

a line of treason in the dirty snow
hear the train with no final destination
a church on a railroad in the darkest night
nothing to hide but still no windows

make an offer for these old stories
useless wheels and broken down engines
familiar music from the next room
a trophy for your troubles tonight

there's no shine without me
there's no noise without me

stripped down to the bone
these crimes outside the city
change it for better or worse
the last page is always torn out

can you tell the difference
can you tell us apart