suuuusssspended
Late, late at night..somewhere in this valley...
I hear trains. They're miles away, miles & miles away..but I hear them. As loud as I hear the music, as loud as I hear the traffic, as loud as I hear the trees laugh...I hear those trains & it reminds me of my sweet innocence. It reminds me of growing up poor with bare, calloused feet, watching a drunk mother grieve & a sick sister vanish. It reminds me of the child I never was, but I could have been..
Oh, these trains.
I hear trains. They're miles away, miles & miles away..but I hear them. As loud as I hear the music, as loud as I hear the traffic, as loud as I hear the trees laugh...I hear those trains & it reminds me of my sweet innocence. It reminds me of growing up poor with bare, calloused feet, watching a drunk mother grieve & a sick sister vanish. It reminds me of the child I never was, but I could have been..
Oh, these trains.