"Sittin' on a mailtrain"
words and music by Andreas Duus Pape
(c) 2003-2004 Andreas Duus Pape
(listen)
Sittin' on the mail train, waitin' for it to go
Didn't hear the phone ring, sure wish you'd called
Bench supports my body, this cigarette my soul
I never knew nobody who thought as much as you
chorus:
Hey mister, can you tell me, when will we go, to some town I don't know?
This bag sure ain't heavy, but it has everything I own
I hope you'll forgive me, for leavin' town
Said you needed a family, and a man who'll provide
Since I'm neither of those things, stayin' here'd be a lie
(chorus)
I imagine I was fun, showed some promise, too.
I never knew no one, who could satisfy you.
Everybody has their dark side, ain't no arguin' that.
Left my copy of Tolstoy on your welcome mat.
Didn't take the answering machine, even though it's really mine
Figured I didn't need that kinda thing, where it is I'm goin'.
And I can use it at my choice, leave a message, sayin' I'm okay of course
An' you might forget my voice, though I'll never forget yours
(chorus)
I'm sittin' on the mail train, I'm ready to go
I'm sittin' on the mail train, off to some town I don't know, oh
I'm sittin' on the mail train, I'm ready to go
I'm sittin' on the mail train, I'm ready to go
I'm sittin' on the mail train, I'm ready to go
oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, I'm ready to go.
Baltimore, Chicago, I'm ready to go
New Orleans, Orlando, I'm ready to go
LA, San Fransisco, I'm ready to go
New York, Chicago.
I'm ready to go. Where's that whistle?
(the locomotive voicebox, a shrill new England cry.
can't close the suitcase padlock, ain't even gonna try.)
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