Train station, I know you all too well / From the boarding we all came and fell / Into your room / The tracks raced beneath our feat / Through square windows, so clean / Well I could see them walking away (Gregory Alan Isakov)

Traveling through the graveyard with a suitcase full of sparks / Honey, I’m just trying to find my way to you / Lit up every campfire I found out in the dark / Oh, I cut down all the cottonwoods (Gregory Alan Isakov)

Off in the night, you can hear ‚em bright / The Sirens of the Sea / Oh and city birds and alley girls, they all just sing for free / Oh they all just sing for free (Gregory Alan Isakov)