[01:26.96]Ten coaches roll into the dust[01:30.26]Chrome windows turned to rust[01:33.25]'Hand on inside they know they must[01:36.44]Hanging on the green backed words in god we trust[01:43.36]No one knew if the spirit died[01:46.43]All wrapped to go like Kentucky fried[01:49.74]Tring to read the flight of birds[01:52.97]Low on fuel getting low on words[01:58.94]And she comes out like a white shadow[02:05.77]She comes out like a white shadow[02:13.15]Each one drawn to empty spaces[02:16.35]Outsider's borderline cases[02:19.63]It's hard to tell black from white[02:22.52]When you wake up in the middle of the night[02:29.68]Weighed down by the absence of sound[02:32.79]Broken now by the cry of a hound[02:35.92]Looking for movement within the haze[02:39.20]Light can be deceptive with her rays[02:45.34]And she comes out like a white shadow[02:51.60]And she comes out like a white shadow[02:58.35]She comes out like a white shadow