Savannah Dust

[Chorus] Savannah dust on my fingertips Rust on the rail, a faded kiss Old leather case, buckle worn thin This is the place where the leaving begins [Verse] Steam whistle screams, a hazy plea Last train to Detroit, calling for me Wild oats grow in the track's divide Nothing to hold, nowhere to hide [Pre-Chorus] Paint flecks under my nails, a faded hue Worked my hands raw, just for you A crumpled paper hat, blown by the breeze Lost to the wind, beneath the trees [Chorus] Savannah dust on my fingertips Rust on the rail, a faded kiss Old leather case, buckle worn thin This is the place where the leaving begins [Bridge] Beneath the bench, a crushed cigarette pack No turning back, no turning back Ticket's backside, a hurried scrawl 'Stop writing letters', it says it all [Verse] The platform's bare, the sun beats down Another soul leaving this town No tearful goodbye, no lingering glance Just this last chance, this desperate dance [Chorus] Savannah dust on my fingertips Rust on the rail, a faded kiss Old leather case, buckle worn thin This is the place where the leaving begins