The Last Spike Cowboy Junkies

Mornings feel so damn sad these days
Without the call of the 8:15
That old familiar echo has finally died away
Leaving nothing but a chill
Where there once was a mighty scream

And I've watched the flat cars
Take away our timber
I've watched the coal cars steal our rock
And now that we've got
Nothing left to take we're told
That the wheels will stop turning
The whistles will stop blowing
These foolish dreams must stop

Last year, they closed down the post office
Took the only flag we had in town
That old brick building still stands like a cenotaph
To a vision lost and buried in a very distant past

And I've watched the flat cars
Take away our timber
I've watched the coal cars steal our rock
And now that we've got
Nothing left to take we're told
That the wheels will stop turning
The whistles will stop blowing
These foolish dreams must stop