So few remaining Rainwater Rats
Fewer could tell you what the nickname meant
They still live and die near an aging railway line
Blessed once-an-hour by its passing
When the siren broke the silence, heralding mid-day
I'd rant and curse the awakening
I was tinder-sparked and smoking, the air raid wasn't helping
My head was in the clouds, my wheels were spinning
The only thing that never breaks
Constant passing, thundering rails
Constant passing, thundering rails
Logan County had me screaming bloody murder
With the constant sound of thundering rails
Constant sound of thundering rails
Now my face has come to show tell-tale lines of age
Mark of a reckless type of living
I wrap myself in warm contempt for nostalgic passing fancies
Never had a peak to recall, don't believe in "glory days"
The only thing that never breaks
Constant passing, thundering rails
Constant passing, thundering rails
Logan County had me screaming bloody murder
The constant sound of thundering rails
Constant sound of thundering rails
Constant sound of thundering rails
