Quiet Town

兩個孩子被聯合太平洋公司的火車撞了
Oh yeah, oh no, the train, the train.
他們在瓢潑大雨中搬運金屬板和家用電器
Every 2 or 3 years, the train kills somebody.
原本計劃著一畢業就結婚
Every 2 or 3 years, yeah.
生個寶貝女兒，麻煩來了就合力解決
Everybody knows about the train ,
但天災人禍終不可測
OK? You hear it constantly.
Eh, I— I think the train is a way to find your way out of this life, if you get hit by it
在這安靜的小鎮裡，家庭關係很緊密

善良的人們，在夜裡也不會插上門栓
A couple of kids got hit by a Union Pacific train
在這個安靜的小鎮裡
Carrying sheet metal and household appliances through the pouring rain
They were planning on getting married after graduation
當我們頭一回聽到阿片類藥物的事情時，他們總在低聲細語
Had a little baby girl, trouble came and shut it down
如今充滿悲傷的橫幅標誌著兒時家園的門前台階
Things like that ain't supposed to happen
父母們在念寶貝女兒的悼詞時慟哭

和兒女們共同獲得了這如同“里程碑”的勳章
In this quiet town, families are tight
他們毫無生氣地穿著西服或禮服躺在“那裡”
Good people, they still don't deadbolt their doors at night
有的人一直在保守秘密
In this quiet town

在這個安靜的小鎮裡，他們知道如何生存
When we first heard opioid stories, they were always in whispering tones
那些依靠耶穌的好人，他們更善解人意
Now banners of sorrow mark the front steps of childhood homes
在這個安靜的小鎮裡
Parents wept through daddy's girl eulogies
And merit badge milestones with their daughters and sons
現在每當我走近城鎮我都會找些理由去給予
Laying there lifeless in their suits and gowns
在我曾住過的地方我將與生者死者同行
Somebody's been keepin' secrets
每當我看到我的親人們正值盛年

給予他們的兒子難以忘卻的愛
In this quiet town, they know how to live
害，幸運的是部分的“自我”仍然是那個純潔無瑕的孩子
Good people who lean on Jesus, they're quick to forgive
In this quiet town
在這安靜的小鎮裡如鹽鹼地一般的地方

如果你深陷困境勤勞能幹的人們必然會伸出援手
Now whenever I'm near the town I 'll find some reason to give
就在這在這安靜的小鎮裡
And I will walk with the dead and the living where I used to live
And every time I see my parents in the prime of their lives
第一批乾草的收割已經完成
Offering their son the kind of love he could never put down
放學時刻已近日暮
Well, part of me is still that stainless kid, lucky
週日的火車之上濃煙滾滾

遠離了這座安靜的小鎮
In this quiet town, salt of the land
Hard-working people, if you're in trouble, they'll lend you a hand
Here in this quiet town

The first crop of hay is up
School let out and the sun beats down
Smoke billows from a Sunday train
That cries away from a quiet town