Rides The Rails - The Besnard Lakes

Gotta find another way to go on

You’ve got no way to find me

Now my father rides the rails

A northern trouble trails

He knows what paths to hike

Just enough in time to stop it

Gotta find another way to go on

You’ve got no way to find me

All the towns folk moved away

Even now it’s hard to say

When all the villagers would run and hide

The evidence not far behind

And now my father rides the trains

With the evidence inside his brain

He must move to stay alive

Just because he knew how to stop it