Chris & Carla Nights Between Stations
Caught when our center was broken
Caught when our troubles were true
On a three state run, from the merciless sun
We ripped up the letters from home
Caught on the barbed wire fences
Caught in the bones and the thorns
Caught in these arms, we will never go wrong
When the nights between stations grow long
Checked ourself in to the station hotel
Sittin' up in a bed made for lyin'
The train leaves at dawn
But we drink on and on
Catchin' up with the dead and the dyin'
Caught on the barbed wire fences
Caught in the bones and the thorns
Caught in these arms, we will never go wrong
When the nights between stations grow long
Hey there conductor, spare us your suspicions
We're not as lit as we seem
Don't offer us somethin', when we're
Looking for nothin'
Nothin' is the one thing we believed
I'm leavin' our suitcase on the platform #5
I'll be damned if I carry it again
It's filled with a curse, disappointment and worse
And there's enough of that, caught in my head
Caught on the barbed wire fences
Caught in the bones and the thorns
Caught in these arms, we will never go wrong
When the nights between stations grow long
