Like an old freight train
Climbing a long hard grade,
Got more load then any should claim.
He thought they had it made,
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But the top of the hill
Instead of a peak
Just showed more hills,
And a hopelessness wreaks
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That dammed all aspiration
Of a happy life together
Like a near stalled engine
That is dying to find an abler.
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To be able to endure
The long ascension
Demanded by this amour
That she drown with bourbon
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Wine, beer, and pills to hide,
To run where he could not go.
She would come to his side but then she backslides.
Over and over again, from years ago.
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It seems she loved him more in the abstract,
Like the first boy she ever loved.
And now he is on this side track,
From her presents he has been saved.
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He know in your heart she love him still,
But that is cold comfort compared to warm arms.
He knows that she is gone, and will have to wait until
His heart is broken from her charm.
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As he wonders where and how she is,
Those thoughts leaves him so sad
That she have taken yourself so far,
But he cannot believe that in this absents she is glad.
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He hears the whistle blowing,
He feels the mighty engine strain
He knows her heart is aching
For them to be together once again.
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He has one task and one task only,
To stay on track, and keep his load going.
As much as he wants, and as badly
As he wants to be carried
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Part of her load as well as his
This she will not allow.
Oh, but if they could but combine
What a much easier row it would be to plow.
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Hers alone, even if it means they are alone.
Again and again he asks
How can she take so long
To pick up the telephone?
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He keeps on my tracks and do his tasks.
He plays and goes for long walks
And his answer when anyone asks
Will she find her way to and by his side.
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And if she does not, they quiry?
Well then, he responds
I am just as crazy
As the woman who got him to jump in that pond.
