There ain't no brakeman on this train We had our chance, it slipped away Don't call my name Watch what you're doing now Staring down the double line We're flowing off behind I never see your face no more I left you standing on the shore We made mistakes

We will, we will rock you Buddy, you're a boy, make a big noise Playing in the street, gonna be a big man someday You got mud on your face, you big disgrace Kicking your can all over the place, singin' Buddy, you're a young man, hard man Shouting in the

Who's to blame? If there is some confusion I wore the clothes you wanted I took your name If there is some confusion, who's to blame? I signed your living will I smiled your face I'm ready to close the book on NASA in outer space I sequenced your arrival

Let's embrace the point of no return Smoke and sunset, off Mulholland He was talking, I was wondering 'bout You and that girl, she your girlfriend? Face from heaven, bet the world she don't know Pretty girls don't know the things that I know Walk my way,

Faces in the crowd Faces in the crowd will smile again And the devil may cry The devil may cry at the end of the night They will parade upon your victory It won't be in vain To swallow all your pain And learn to love what burns And gather courage to

And it's your face I'm looking for on every street There's gotta be a record of you someplace You gotta be on somebody's books The lowdown, a picture of your face Your injured looks The sacred and profane The pleasure and the pain Somewhere your

I want you to know, I want you to see I want you to look beyond your own eyes Past your afflictions I want you to hurt, want you to bleed I want you to look beyond your own face Past your infections I'm taking back control with my knuckles Taking back

Your friend was prayin On our downfall baby Swear she was waitin I know I more than fucked up Now I feel stupid Why would I do this She smiling in your face She ain't know no better but I did Poor decision making for the kid

I'm so sorry A son of a stepfather So you gotta fire up, you gotta let go You'll never be loved till you've made your own You gotta face up, you gotta get yours You never know the top till you get too low The sun shines on everyone, everyone love

I heard you tellin' lies I heard you say you weren't born of our blood I know we're the crooked kind But you're crooked too, boy, and it shows Some get dealt simple hands Some walk the common paths, all nice and worn But all folks are damaged goods It