The battery was truly beautiful Splinted up and rusted We rushed in and out like restless waters As the circles spill out in endless patterns They spell out a name, we can't make out Like a sign from below and the tide as a metronome Trees, cricked hands in the earth Diggin' off the down now Through, through worms Timeless, white flag Sigh your name across my bodybag We used to track animals Creeping eyes winding, clouded by black gas Through dead sunflower fields in the midwest skies And furling and curling, day in and day out We cool our faces to the wind, let the past fall away Awake, flush your pickles down the drain Drive me to the station on the midnight train Shakedown, I've been high Tuck myself into this bodybag The interstellar calm of the cobweb Glistening in the morning doom Moving so slow, coiling over states like a pestilence Is this a blueprint? It builds and it burns through fields of rye and corn It builds and it burns like the nothing Blaze is like Purple Haze The lits are droppin' down now Just on the paint Hey (Hey, hey) Keep my color, keep my name (Hey, hey, help) Take me to the station (Hey, help, help) On the midnight train (Hey, help, help, help) On the midnight train, on the midnight train Take me to the station on the midnight train