Sorrow ain't a city
It's the train that takes you there
Sorrow ain't a city
It's the train that gets you there
Where are your woes?
In the Indiana snows.
And when you eat fruit
remember the folks who planted it
And when you eat your fruit
remember the folks who put it in the ground
And who knows where to go
In the Indiana snow
make sure you catch him before he goes
your dad won't tell you, he might not know
keep your eye out, catch him 'fore he goes
Watch him till he gets lost in Indiana snows.
There he goes, there he goes
have spent forty five minutes ripping apart room for antidepressants. have failed. have returned to computer world. have decided to take benedryl and crash.
It's the train that takes you there
Sorrow ain't a city
It's the train that gets you there
Where are your woes?
In the Indiana snows.
And when you eat fruit
remember the folks who planted it
And when you eat your fruit
remember the folks who put it in the ground
And who knows where to go
In the Indiana snow
make sure you catch him before he goes
your dad won't tell you, he might not know
keep your eye out, catch him 'fore he goes
Watch him till he gets lost in Indiana snows.
There he goes, there he goes
have spent forty five minutes ripping apart room for antidepressants. have failed. have returned to computer world. have decided to take benedryl and crash.
And the one you placed in my journal, was that yours too (pardon my ignorance if yes, or if no).
I wish I could marry a poem like that (THAT'S A BIG DEAL! TO ME, MARRIAGE IS THE "M" WORD)