מילים לשיר The Engine Driver – Decemberists

I'm an engine driver
on a long run,
on a long run.
Would I were beside her:
she's a long one,
such a long one. And if you don't love me, let me go.
And if you don't love me, let me go. on the high line.
I'm a county lineman
on the high line,
So will be my grandson:
there are powerlines
in our bloodlines. And if you don't love me, let me go.
And if you don't love me, let me go. And I am a writer,
trying to rid you from my bones,
writer of fictions,
I am the heart that you call home.
And I've written pages upon pages
my bones, my bones. I'm a moneyupon fortunes.
I have fortunes
Take my hand for tender.
I am tortured,
ever tortured.
And if you don't love me, let me go. writer of fictions, And if you don't love me, let me go.
And I am a writer,
And I've written pages upon pages
I am the heart that you call home.
I am writer,
I am all that you have hoped of.
trying to rid you from my bones.
And I've written pages upon pages
trying to rid you from my bones,
my bones, my bones. And if you don't love me, let me go.
And if you don't love me, let me go.