He took it like he thought a man might
And shrugged, like he understood
Trying all through Trainwreck 49
Turn it up! 'Till you're floating through the wood
Wet hair falling 'round those eyes
Will tear at your mind if you let it
Hang that movie out to dry
If you’re brown paper dreams will let you forget it
Telephone wire is a brittle line
Leaves silences that demand replies
Through Swansea and Belmont he pushed the floor
To catch her falling through the door

Drunk on trying to sleep it off
So you lean the car through every turn
Your chest is sunken beneath the cloth
Do you steel yourself for the icy burn?
The rain has made the tar all greasy
I know I should shy from this kind of deal
But I tell you my mind, it forgets how easy
Cold wet hands can slip off the wheel
You wait so long in a Newcastle night
For a lonely cab to pull out of sight
And you can wear out a hole in a hard wood room
Headed for goodbye, but you don't know how soon

But one day when you see me
When you hear my name more clearly
One day when you see me
You won't be seeing the one that you lost
On Trainwreck 49

He took it like he thought a man might
And shrugged, like he understood
Trying all through Trainwreck 49
Turn it up 'till you're floating through the wood