I picture her hands
So dark here, don't close my eyes
Monoxide, almost asleep
Coal miner kept down too deep
Found this blues harp in my shirt
Lonely note works up through the dirt
Canary, yellow-black
Won't sing, just beating wings
Horses and trains, horses and trains (Oo-Oo)
I hear horses and trains (Oo-Oo)
There's a rail-yard way up there
An open field full of precious air
Too big, too strange
Dark beauty, lost to change
Horses and trains horses and trains (Oo-Oo)
I hear horses and trains (Oo-Oo)
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