I almost saw a train wreck Then I had to look away Never had I wondered before What happened when metal bent and tore I ran across manhole covers Toward the center of my Earth Valleys and other landmarks Visions of big machines transformed
Walking around in St. Matthews The winds were light and the roads were wet Those green sloping mountains over Leading up to gravel beds My brother Paul was walking aimless My father Pete had turned away Paul stumbled toward a roaring train track He was only four years old that day
Who's in control? Who's in control?
I barely saw it happen The ground's monumental shake There must have been two feet between them Before those two hands snatched him safe As we headed home to beat the sunset I heard him crying overhead That I night I dreamt we turned the lights out And wandered far away from this
Who's in control? Yeah, who's in control?
Now I'm sitting on a bridge Out in Portland, Oregon The old day begins to shudder And rolling on, becomes anotherTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
