SLOW TRAINS Considering my future from the observation car of California Zephyr #6, I roll away from the power of you. Farmlands flow by with grace -- simpler lives by far, the heartland of love. Where does our sad struggle come from? Sophistication pales against the rhythm of slow trains The wizened old conductor runs this trip most every day; he's probably loved his wife for forty years, perhaps I'll ask him why. Will he speak of strength and values, or simply shrug and sigh? Did we laugh once more than cry? Do we mean the words we say? Sophistication pales against the rhythm of slow trains; guard my heart in the dimming light Children sing and dance in aisles; we were young once, pure at heart. I do believe you love me, though it's really just a start; secret words and actions break our closeness fast away. Will you stay with me forever? Should we take it day by day? Sophistication pales against the rhythm of slow trains; guard my heart in the dimming light, pretend we have no past Crossing the Mississippi, you seem a universe away. The river is eternal, yet always ripe for change; a goal to contemplate. The distant side of trouble arises in my sight but my journey ends in tears; I can't leave you, and I can't stay Sophistication pales against the rhythm of slow trains; guard my heart in the dimming light, pretend we have no past; dear god, please let our future last.
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