The train whistle's gonna blow,
But it ain't gonna whistle for me,
'Cause I'm north two-hundred miles now
With a banjo on my knee.
As you carry dead weight on the Interstate,
I'll let the cold wind set me free
From a third-story room on a lake disguised as a sea.
I imagine that train is still
Crossing Route 23,
Where the headlights flicker as the box cars pass
And they shine on your passenger seat.
It won't get that far before it switches cars
By the park on Champlain Street.
The train whistle's gonna blow, and it ain't gonna whistle for me.
I found a letter that you wrote
Where you said you had to speak to me.
It was cold as ice, as to sound concise.
It came off as a desperate plea.
I left it under part of the cigarette art
In the town where we used to meet,
Where years go by without a sign of a desert scene.
The train whistle's gonna blow,
And it ain't gonna whistle for me,
'Cause I ain't ever coming back.
Yeah, your heart of coal is but a distant memory.
So, go buy a pet cat and go live alone
Down in Nashville, Tennessee,
And when the train whistle blows, know it ain't gonna whistle for me.
When the train whistle blows, no, it ain't gonna whistle for me.
credits
from Why Bother?,
released August 25, 2015
Written by David W. Robinson in January of 2011.
We put a lot of energy into this thing, Eric and I, not to mention Alex, Emily and Sam. It's a good cause, and I happen to think it's a pretty good record, too. Super Depressive
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