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 it's passing When the siren broke 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 And My wheels were spinning The only thing that never breaks Constant passing, thundering rails Logan county had me Screaming bloody murder With the constant sound Of thundering rails Now my face has come to show Telltale 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 Logan county had me Screaming bloody murder Constant sound of thundering rails