Ces rails et la voie.

“Now after all, don’t feel like nothing
Like walking away
Like a mouth full of rain
At twelve o’clock
The bell starts ringing
A dog starts barking
And you’re still missing
Still missing something
You’ve never known what it was

And I’m not one for thinking twice
But I know this much is true
The Earth will turn, the pot’ll burn
And you are my revolver.”