Steep is the water tower
Painted off blue to match the skyCan't ignore the trainNight walks in the valley silent
You could swear the earth just movedCan't ignore the trainDust to be kicked up
In the crack faced idle sinister town
Screen door to the rail station, devil in her shoe
Ran along side the wasted tracks
Hem pins darted in her calvesCan't ignore the trainOne spoiled girl with the tidiest apology
Some how wedged inside her throatCan't ignore the trainPatience their virtue but I never could abide by that
Dungeon life with electric light, a clean towel and a basin
Mantle figures mind their places and laughs where they belongThrough adventure we are not adventuresome
Rage to share with a wardrobe mirror
In a room so beige and coldCan't ignore the trainWindow days saw the children pick their
Street games on thirty, thirty, thirty afternoons
Molly the boys are starting in that rhyme again
Teasing more and moreThe second daughter, how she fell?
Young locked in Some Folk's Prison, made to dwell
'Til they're braiding her gray hair sitting in the wishing chair
Sitting in the wishing chair, sitting in the wishing chair