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Backstory:

Serial Killer and his girlfriend find life/love/ and death on the rails.                                                                                                            

Lyrics:

                                                  
We both drank whiskey she laid on her back and I carried a gun
We started out in New Orleans riding the trains from pain
She came from a field in Dixie one that had burnt to the ground
It wasn't she didn't know her past it was a fever that never broke

We rode and lived in the boxes no silence was deafening
Riding the rails racing hearts beating raunchley
Some boxes left with blood on our hands with a hunger to live
So many forgotten faces asking for mercy spilled on the tracks

CHORUS
I'm not sure of the distance the miles and years of life
I'm sure of the pain that is on you till you die
I'm not sure of the distance when you look in lost eyes
I'm sure of the weight you carry till you die

Sweetly I kissed her I tasted the passion
it didn't quench my soul
We both knew our worlds were shackled
like the broken wing of a crow

We went up to Memphis jumping two tracks
Strangers wanting what we didn't have
In a room from the money when she laid on her back
All the pain left from the needle she did all we had

When I awoke she had left me but her body was still there
I guess when she left me she loved me the only one who cared
My drunk mother had left me in a alley cold and alone
Just a crying baby so cold and alone

Outside our room flowed the Mississippi deep and wide
Wrapped in stained sheets and dreams I didn't hear her when she had to leave
To a God that had surly forgotten her a long time ago
Down that deep wide river without me she floated home

Chorus
I don't know the distance of sorrow
I don't know the distance between dreams
I don't know the distance of the burdens
I don't know the distance do we find each other there