I want to get on a train
and look out the windows with you.
Man, that’d be something.
We’d get high
and appreciate the **** outta those landscapes
as they rolled past our windows.
You’d make some joke about valleys
and I’d make some weird noise
and the middle aged business woman down the row
would scowl and put in her ear plugs
when we started talking about
that girl we saw back at Union.
**** we’d have a great run.
And when we finally got off
and blinked a couple a time
it wouldn’t really matter that we ended up in Portland
when we were trying to get to Seattle
‘cause they’ve gotta have
at least one Thai restaurant in Portland.
Apr 26, 2012
Apr 26, 2012 at 5:13 PM UTC
I want to get on a train
and look out the windows with you.
Man, that’d be something.
We’d get high
and appreciate the **** outta those landscapes
as they rolled past our windows.
You’d make some joke about valleys
and I’d make some weird noise
and the middle aged business woman down the row
would scowl and put in her ear plugs
when we started talking about
that girl we saw back at Union.
**** we’d have a great run.
And when we finally got off
and blinked a couple a time
it wouldn’t really matter that we ended up in Portland
when we were trying to get to Seattle
‘cause they’ve gotta have
at least one Thai restaurant in Portland.
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