Control - Ratboys

I almost saw a train wreck

Then I had to look away

Never had I wondered before

What happened when metal bent and tore

I ran across manhole covers

Toward the center of my Earth

Valleys and other landmarks

Visions of big machines transformed

Walking around in St. Matthews

The winds were light and the roads were wet

Those green sloping mountains over

Leading up to gravel beds

My brother Paul was walking aimless

My father Pete had turned away

Paul stumbled toward a roaring train track

He was only four years old that day

Who’s in control?

Who’s in control?

I barely saw it happen

The ground’s monumental shake

There must have been two feet between them

Before those two hands snatched him safe

As we headed home to beat the sunset

I heard him crying overhead

That I night I dreamt we turned the lights out

And wandered far away from this

Who’s in control?

Yeah, who’s in control?

Now I’m sitting on a bridge

Out in Portland, Oregon

The old day begins to shudder

And rolling on, becomes another