engine driver - the decemberists

[ernieroxout]

i'm an engine driver on a long run, on a long run
would i were beside her, she's a long one, such a long one
and if you don't love me, let me go
and if you don't love me, let me go
i'm a county lineman on the high line, on the high line
so will be my grandson, there are power lines in our bloodlines
and if you don't love me, let me go
and if you don't love me, let me go

and i am a writer, writer of fiction
i am the heart that you call home
and i've written pages, upon pages
trying to rid you from my bones, my bones, my bones

i'm a moneylender, i have fortunes upon fortunes
take my hand for tender, i am tortured, ever tortured
and if you don't love me, let me go
and if you don't love me, let me go

and i am a writer, writer of fictions
i am the heart that you call home
and i've written pages, upon pages
trying to rid you front my bones
i am a writer
i am all that you have hoped, oh
and i've written pages upon pages
trying to ride you from my bones, my bones, my bones