Текст песни Train to Chicago (With My Old Friends) - Billy Mack Collector

I took the train to Chicago while
I was looking for a meaning for the pain that I was feeling
I was singing in the cornfields getting drunk
With all my new friends while the sun was getting lower
A stranger and a friend were no different to me
I'd still treat you just like a cousin

I felt the hands of my friends as they wept and cried and
Mourned for our dead friends
And then we turned around and fought and yelled
And then we only rarely spoke again
People come and go
And it never gets much easier

But sometimes in the dark I can see my dead friends
Yeah sometimes in my dreams I reconnect with my old friends
And sometimes I still see the ones I never want to see again

But I was sitting in the dark with the absence of the sound of my heart
When I heard what you said about me
I wish you wouldn't lie and say that I was nice
Because it sure makes no difference to me