Submarines - Goodnight, Texas

We spent hours out in the cold

Waiting for a train that was never gonna come

You never would believe the stories we told

Of where we’re gonna go and where we come from

One he was a soldier for the English queen

One he was an orphan of a love gone bad

One he was gonna sleep on the ground

And one he was gonna sell all he had

I’m gonna trade my dollar bills for a bar of gold

And put it in the pocket of my finest jeans

I’m gonna go swimming when I get old

And sink to the bottom with the submarines

We were beating our hands upon our breasts

We built a fire by the old train track

I stood too close and I burned my face

I burned my face by the bright fire light

I burned my face by the bright fire light

I wanna trade my dollar bills for a bar of gold

And put it in the pocket of my finest jeans

I’m gonna go swimming when I get old

And sink to the bottom with the submarines