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Once a week I make the drive
F#5                          A
two hours east to check the Austin 
post office box.
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I take the detour through our old 
neighborhood,
                A                  
see all the Chevy Impalas in their 
       B
front yards up on blocks,
       A                      B
and I park in an alley and I read 
through the postcards
          E               A
that you continue to send:
          F#5                      
where as indirectly as you can you 
  A
ask what I remember.
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I like these torture devices from 
   B
my old best friend.
           C#m
Well I'll tell you what I know
         F#
like I swore I always would --
         A                 B
I don't think it's gonna do you any 
good:
     E          A             E  
I remember the train headed south
         A       B     A     
 out of Bangkok down toward the 
    E
water.

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I always get a late start,
          F#5
when the sun's going down
         A
and the traffic's thinning out
         E
and the glare is hard to take. I 
wish the
E                        F#5
West Texas highway was a Möbius 
strip --
         A                         
I could ride it out forever. When I
  B
 feel my heart break,
          A                     
I almost swear I hear it happen, 
            B
it's that clear and that hard.
   E                             A
I come in off the highway and I park
 in my front yard.
   C#m
I fall out of the car
        F#
like a hostage from a plane,
A
think of you a while and
       B
start wishing it would rain.
E              A            E   
I remember the train headed 
         A       B     A         
south out of Bangkok down toward the
E
 water.

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  E
I come into the house,
     F#5
put on a pot of coffee,
A                       E
walk the floors a little while.
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I set the postcard on a table with 
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all the others like it,
A                         B
start sorting through the pile.
A
I check the pictures and the 
postmarks
         B
and the captions and the stamps
     E                       A
for signs of any pattern at all.
        F#5                     
When I come up empty-handed, the 
            A
feeling almost overwhelms me.
E                 B
I let a few of my defenses fall
        C#m                      
and I smile a bitter smile - it's 
       F#
not a pretty thing to see --
         A                       
I think about a railroad platform 
          B
back in 1983
       E            A         
and I remember the train headed 
  E            A       B     A  
south out of Bangkok down toward
       E
 the water