Take him to the station
Put him on a train
With those reservations
Fingers shaking
Drugs and shame
'Least he left us something
Slid it on and played
For four manic minutes
All frustration
Fell away
It's a vacant feeling
Once you've won the game
No hope for saving
Owning, claiming
What you've made
In a day, two maybe
Once we take that stage
All our warring feelings
Blurry Memories
Will start to fade
Take him to the station
Take him to the station
Take him to the station