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Jason Webley
Jason Webley


Background information
Born June 1, 1974
Origin Seattle, Washington, United States
Genre(s) Folk
Punk Rock
Experimental
Gypsy Punk
Folk Punk
Years active 1996—present
Label(s) Eleven Records
Associated acts Evelyn Evelyn
Website Website



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Jason Webley Lyrics

"Train Tracks" lyrics


I know that you've been feeling tired
I hear your voice is wearing thin
I know you've slept so many places in the past few days
You can't remember just what bed you're in

There's something familiar about this room
Anywhere you go, it's just like you've been there before
'Cause if you want to step outside this body and this world
You're going to have to go through a different kind of door

And this train only runs in summertime
The children have been let out of school
You haven't packed, the bottoms of your shoes are cracked
But your passport has been kissed by the holy fool

He's smiling, cross-eyed, barefoot, dressed in rags
Bent down, talking to the crows
He's got no words to tell you, just some magic beans to sell you
Plant them and in time the tracks will grow

And this train only runs in summertime
Parents are lying beside the pool
The cup is cracked, it's broken by the tracks
But your passport has been kissed by the holy fool

Are you looking for salvation?
Are you looking for answers, for Jesus, for dancers to serve you some warmth on cold nights?
Are you looking for the thing that looks out through your eyes, for something that won't leave your side?
On this lonely planet where everything's waving goodbye

I know that you've been working hard
You want the whole world to see how brightly you can glow
But if you'd just trade everything for that small bag of dried-up beans
It's only time until the whistle blows

And this train only runs in summertime
The children have been let out of school
You haven't packed, the bottoms of your shoes are cracked
But your passport has been kissed by the holy fool

And this train only runs in summertime
The only contradiction is the rule
It's moving past, but it's not going too fast
And an open empty boxcar stares at you

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