sometimes i like to stick my fingers
where they don't belong.
sometimes i like to fake a fever
and just stay home.
where they don't belong.
sometimes i like to fake a fever
and just stay home.
'cause we smile in herewe don't get too close to sadness.
'cause what's holding us
is just about to break.
ain't it funny how life can drag behind us
just like so much dead weight.
sometimes what feels like pretty good musicis just the same old song.
sometimes we deal with bygone bruises
and find it's been too long.
but we laugh in herewe don't get too close to sadness.
we know good enough
is a thousand miles from grace.
ain't it funny how life can drag behind us
just like so much dead weight.
and my hometown trainis pulling from the station.
and i know for once
i really will be late.
and i'll dream that we can leave the past behind us
just like so much dead weight.




5 comments:
I feel like I was riding with you - listening to the music of the rails, the people and the quiet dignity of you. peaceful and chaotic blended together.
love trains.
I sense a deep melancholy.
These black and whites are crisp, and I love how some are blurry as if we are looking out the train window.
Beautiful!
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