Nathaniel Rateliff - Brakeman

I was a brakeman
The sharpest of all them
Hoping to be there in it good
I was a bum rush

Imparting the self lust
It wasn't always understood
I was a comin'
I combed every shoreline

I wanted to damage just a few
Hoping in time it won't be swift enough
And they'll carry us away
And they'll carry us away

I was a cold one
Colder than ever
You feel the chill I left on you
Now back on the brake lines

And steeper than I climbed
Well if there's one will it be you
Take your [?]
Take your fall, laying your trap for me

Take this wig up off my head, it did what it had to do
It runs back, straight and true
And leaving no (mark?)