saint somewhere
the trains have all left
this dusty little town
and I’m left on the trackside
without even a dime
to buy a little more time
as my woman sits in coach
destination saint somewhere
may two thousand thirteen
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I love this–the sadness of leaving someone at a station distilled.
Thanks so much, Steve. I imagine it happens more than we know.