This song lived is a train in the key of me
Flattened under a fifth of whisky sound
That falls in an ascending scale of tiny fists
On the slattern land whale we rode into night
A young girl bent path in violin wooziness so deep
Inside her pedals roots danced against hell
Between steel crossties and shrinking Pocatello
She was a Viennese waltz and a red carpet too
The conductor asleep drank with mermaids
Who played broken ukuleles on shipwrecked coats
And as the train sang our last nightmare in C#
Darkness bowed an invisible cello strung to the moon
The chandelier hadn’t any will power left
Swinging a ticklish light on the denizen song
Us, the orchestra unable to hold the splintering baton
Was all smokeless air turned time signature by seat ticket
An aged pinup girl longed for a life sized martini glass
The walrus sucked vermouth with salted olive eyes
Toothpick teeth and a top hat large as a circus tent
Both wondering like I if the brakeman truly loves his lever
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