So this sadness is coming again
And this all is so familiar
Wanting to be right where I am
Wanting to be anywhere but here...
I intended, expected
Something different from this
I knew it would not be easy
But I did not ask for this mess
But love in the train yard is dirty business
There's no shiny engines here
Just oily perseverence
And what do I do
When You ask me to
And there's nothing in me that can?
There is ash all over my hands
And there is soot all over my plans
This is such an unnatural place to stand
'Cause love in the train yard....
You reach down now
With grace and somehow
What was impossible is happening...
But love in the train yard is still dirty business
There's no shiny engines here
Just oily brown...smokey black...dusty...grimy...
Beautiful...love....
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