Race The Sun

I don’t know what you’re waiting for
Mary is out the door
Why would I lie?
Why would I lie?
Through the dust and the fading light
Shall I tell you what I spy?
Mississippi-Southern owns the train
But I know it’s got another name
Why would I lie?
Why would I lie?
It’s a race to the edge of the night
Hmmm, Great Sorrow’s got you in its lights
Run, run! Try to catch the sun
Don’t be slack — Great Sorrow is on the tracks
Run, run! Try to catch the sun
Don’t look back — Great Sorrow is on the track
I don’t know what you’re waiting for
Mary’s out the door
Why would I lie?
Why would I lie?
When it calls from the edge of the night
Shall I tell you what I spy?
Run, run! Try to catch the sun
Don’t be slack — Great Sorrow is on the track
Run, run! Try to catch the sun
Don’t look back — Great Sorrow is on your track
I don’t know what you call that train
Gone, buddy, that’s the name
Gone
Gone
Gone