The train’s running late,
It’s eating the minutes fast,
But going so slow.
A clear morning sky,
The sun is shining brightly,
The wind is so cold.
Word can get sticky,
It’s hard to put them down here,
On this grease paper.
As complex as simple is.
The train’s running late,
It’s eating the minutes fast,
But going so slow.
A clear morning sky,
The sun is shining brightly,
The wind is so cold.
Word can get sticky,
It’s hard to put them down here,
On this grease paper.