Rusty wheels and scattered needles

A dying light at a railroad stop

There's a feeling I don't belong

Don't ask me to stay long

Some towns ain't worth passing through

Some things better left to the blue

Boys and girls all start at the station

They disappear with no explanation

The devil's got a little white truck

It's parked in the woods by the train station

Kids don't listen when they're young

They'll be in the ground by the end of the month

It's true

My father said the same thing to me

Now he's the man you see

In your dreams

Some towns ain't worth passing through

Some things better left to the blue