Hot wind
shaking this train
there’s a hot wind,
twisting the rails
Stations behind stations
you worry about tribulations
vulnerable day
Hot wind
in a summertime
there’s a hot wind
creasing your hands
Heartbeats hitting heartbeats
You’re following the highway
in a logical time
You cross the town when is dawn
there’s not a final stop
moving to west along
running away
cross the town when is dawn
there’s not a final stop
moving to west along
running away
You’ve crossed the town when is dawn
there’s not a final stop
moving to west along
running away
You’ve crossed the town when is dawn
there’s not a final stop
moving to west along
running away
© Words & Music by Ian Lints
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