Union Pacific
When I arrived, there was a train singing to me.
I loaded, I closed, I looked at the sky and tried to clear what my mind saw. Watch the target, watch the target, watch the target. Listen to the beeps, here it comes, there it is, is she the marksman she says she is, what was my score, how many I have missed now, I know that song.
When I left, there was a train singing to me.
Train one, dead single, dead single, high house miss, low house dead, double, love me some.
American – 22/25, 22/25 | April 16, 2010 | Olmos Basin
