The Girl Who Waves At Trains

The streets I left were always wet and grey
To half imagined west I made my way
To where the kettle always sings
And walking down the lane
Your long hair swings
You are the girl that waves at trains
In the cool September rain
You know I’ll never live up to my dreams
The ones I spend with you
The way you wave a flower blooms
I won’t pester or presume
I love you through the diesel fumes
I want to make my way with you
I had to leave the city
I was stifled by success
When the blue make money
They always make a mess
So give me wine and soda bread
Moonshine on the field
And on your bed
You are the girl that waves at trains
In the cool September rain
You know I’ll never live up to my dreams
The ones I spend with you
The way you wave a flower blooms
I won’t pester or presume
I love you through the diesel fumes
I want to make my way with you
You’re as welcome as a Christmas rose
Like a shotgun in a field of crows
As breathless as my fifth form prose
You are the girl that waves at trains
In the cool September rain
You know I’ll never live up to my dreams
The ones I spend with you
The way you wave a flower blooms
I won’t pester or presume
I love you through the diesel fumes
I want to make my way with you