Park Peggy.
Pull the emergency brake.I throw away the key.
We had a nice ride.
                  Pop my collar against the cold.hands drop deep in my pockets...the city lookspretty from up on.this hill.

Peggy.                  Slow stroll to the rat race.gotta make a killing.

Sixty cents on the dollar.the laundry man is brutal.......Peggy.

Love you baby but I gotta take another route.

There is this girl cross tracks.
Like nobodies business.
Spun my head like a mill on the hill.
Peggy.
Any way.
That's my story
train lites coming up.fast.
Moment.
Of.
Decision.
Kickin rocks.goin the other way baby.
Thump.thump.on the other side of
the tracks now.

Peggy.