Old 97's - Sound Of Running lyrics

I dressed up as a good man I charmed with all my might I made you my girlfriend I made you my wife Then got ourselves a little place And I woke up to find A rolling iron boxcar That was taking me down the line… Yeah, I'm carrying a lot of postcards I'm going west a while Through the fields of rusty train yards Till the rails run out of miles Till they put me on the Westbound Singing sweetly over me Your sound of being rebound And the rails will trouble me… Got her sound in the distance And the sound of running is always on my feet… Got her sound in the distance And the sound of running is always racing me… We'll pa**ed some folks that never moved Though they're running every one And me I'll run the mainlines until my racing's done Till they put me on Westbound Singing sweetly over me Your sound of being rebound And the rails will trouble me… Got her sound in the distance And the sound of running is always on my feet… Got her sound in the distance And the sound of running is always racing me… Got her sound in the distance And the sound of running is always on my feet… Got her sound in the distance And the sound of running is always racing me…