Steep is the water tower painted off blue to match the sky
can't ignore the train
night walks in the valley silent you could swear the earth just moved
can't ignore the train
dust to be kicked up in the crack faced idle sinister town screen door to the rail station devil in her shoe
ran along side the wasted tracks hem pins darted her calves
can't ignore the train
one spoiled girl with the tidiest apology some how wedged inside her throat
can't ignore the train
patience their virtue but I never could abide by that dungeon life with electric light a clean towel and a basin mantle figures mind their place laughs where they belong
through adventure we are not adventuresome
rage to share with a wardrobe mirror in a room so beige and cold
can't ignore the train
window days saw the children pick their street games on thirty afternoons
Molly the boys are starting in the rhymic again teasing more and more....
the second daughter how she fell young locked in Some Folk's Prison made to dwell til they're braiding her grey hair
sitting in the wishing chair sitting in the wishing chair sitting in the wishing chair
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can't ignore the train
night walks in the valley silent you could swear the earth just moved
can't ignore the train
dust to be kicked up in the crack faced idle sinister town screen door to the rail station devil in her shoe
ran along side the wasted tracks hem pins darted her calves
can't ignore the train
one spoiled girl with the tidiest apology some how wedged inside her throat
can't ignore the train
patience their virtue but I never could abide by that dungeon life with electric light a clean towel and a basin mantle figures mind their place laughs where they belong
through adventure we are not adventuresome
rage to share with a wardrobe mirror in a room so beige and cold
can't ignore the train
window days saw the children pick their street games on thirty afternoons
Molly the boys are starting in the rhymic again teasing more and more....
the second daughter how she fell young locked in Some Folk's Prison made to dwell til they're braiding her grey hair
sitting in the wishing chair sitting in the wishing chair sitting in the wishing chair
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