The train blows its horn
while the wheels clunk and churn;
my soul aches and my heart burns.
Punk rock girl, why are you crying?
you look as though you're slowly dying.
You're hair is so greased
seems as though your heart's newly on lease.
...The night was long
and explanations drawn
but he promised to still be here
when night gave way to dawn.
He kept his word,
as i heard the morning birds.
I laid my head upon his chest
both in need of meaningful rest...
Punk rock girl, I see a glimmer in your eyes
you seem a little shocked and surprised.
He would never leave you, hit the pavement and cease you.
The love is deeper.
No matter the times you must say good bye,
there will always be a "hi"
The train blows its horn
while the wheels clank through
my soul smiles and my heart soothes.