Running Red Lights - Boxcar Telegrams Lyrics
Warm in this narrow car I lieSpinnin' wheels move me further into nightCold train is rollin' me alongBack to the old Queen, 3 times her weight in stoneAnd I don't want to goBack to my city bed to lieThrough window square watching bodies speeding byTo the poet stirring rackets in my mindWhere days empty into winter whiskey nightsAnd I don't want to go, no I don't wanna goSo leave me in Yukon mountains to rest my hurried bonesSilver Springs wash the fuel of youth that drives me homeCause I don't wanna goNo I don't wanna goHomeBack far from BC timber linesTo inner voices and disapproving eyesFrom a sea of summer backroad country milesTo a grave of unborn concrete pilesAnd I don't wanna go, no I don't wanna goSo leave me in Yukon mountains to rest my hurried bonesSilver Springs wash the fuel of youth that drives me homeCause I don't wanna goNo I don't wanna goThe night comes black and forest falls to ash and stoneOver iron hills the train begins to slow and I am back once more,Back where I belongBut I don't wanna goHome
