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With the dusk all settled. ‘long a lonely country road. Near a railroad crossing,
and a ghostly wind is blowing. With his eyes grown heavy he slips back
through the gears. And she’s stirring slightly, is that a signal that she hears?
Sleep overtakes him and the world begins to spin. They’re left unconscious
train tracks underneath them.
The whistle blows the engine screams, train’s a rollin’ through. They’re both
knocked out, they’re trapped inside. There’s nothing they can do. They’re
roused by the blinding lights panic’s setting in, when all at once the car it
moves and they’re safe on the road again.
Train rolls on behind them. Engine’s howl is a distant din. Hearts all a poundin’.
Don’t know what just happened then. And they calm down and drive
on, looking for a place to rest. At a nearby diner all the locals say they’re
blessed. And they tell them a story ‘bout that same spot on the tracks. And a
school bus full of children, must’ve been ‘bout ten years back.
The driver he was panicking, pounding at the stick train was coming rumbling,
he shouted “GET OUT, QUICK!” But the door was locked the brakes
were jammed the bus, it wouldn’t move, so many lives snuffed out that day
so much for this town to lose.
Every now and then a stranger comes by and tells a story always the same,
‘bout a car that’s stranded on the tracks and a close call with an oncoming
train. They’ve no idea how they survived, and you decide who to trust. But
they all spoke of tiny handprints on the back of the car in the dust.
Tiny handprints give you a push. Tiny handprints in the dust.

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from The Horror, The Horror​.​.​., released April 27, 2013

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