Engine sever lower legs
I feel my bruised heart beating
spinal cord remains intact
still sending and receiving
laying back on shouder blades
the cargo rushing past
missing limbs beneath the cars
twitching on the tracks
click clack now handicaped
north am transcontinental

I remember as I bleed
of certain tales of bravery
a man who's legs were crushed beneath
a fallen evergreen tree
he decided he would chop them off above the knee
sacrifice his shins and feet to make his torso free
the luxury of having been spared the hard part
you'd think would be enough for me to pull this off
but I'm left to bleed to death
now all the man I've ever been
north am transcontinental