ballads about trains

Where there’s smoke, there’s you
Where there’s morning, there’s softness in your eyes
So I can’t stay and let your eyes be my demise or even worse.. haunt every sunrise

I’ve seen this all before

Where there’s running wild and free towards endless mountains, there’s you
Where there’s bands playing in the streets, there’s you and your perfect shoes

Where there’s San Francisco trains and nippy breezes, there’s you
Where there’s bars with city views and hours of talks about love between strangers

Hopped the bus cross country, with flowers in my hair
Shades to cover up my eyes, because strangers can find you there

I’ll run away
I’ll never stay
God bless these trains

Because I’ve seen this all before.


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