There's a trio of trains twixt my work and my play On my way to my playing, they tell me to pay So when playing, I'm thinking about work the next day And the trio of trains to take me on my way
It's a trio of trains on a tangled up track Twirling and swirling into infinite black And I'm wishing I'd listened to the wisdom way back Before that trio of trains tore and tangled the track
The infinite black of the path after dark As shadows of the past pass unnoticed Glass-Hearted Lad stabs his own back in the passenger car Gets discarded like trash 'tween the tracks in the yard
The tracks in the yard and the nails in the rails I am wailing and flailing, not failing to fail I'm not talking to talk, talking telling my tale Of a hand for a nail and an eye for a scale
An eye for a scale takes a weight one can see Won't you wait one more day, as patient as can be? Patience can be gracious--grateful are we, waiting, patiently aching, it's taking all week
It's taken all week, all of this aching I've done Making my days go away one by one ain't my idea of fun But I take as it comes And the scrape of the trains breaking wakes up the sun
Won't you wake up, my sun? There's working to do Walking to my working will wear out my shoes I'll wear out my welcome, I'm certain it's true You'll be worn out before I'm through talking to you
I'm through talking to you--there's no more left to say My words are all worthlessly murmured away And my gaze is returning once more towards the maze And the trio of trains twixt my work and my play
There's a trio of trains twixt my work and my playTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
