Pretty Red Train (Wild Hunt Sessions)

Somewhere in my brain

There’s a pretty red train comin’

To take me down the line

My blood stains the cane

Til Sunday’s refrain

Comes as sweet as cherry wine

Somewhere in my chest

There's a pretty red dress

Hanging from a clothespin

As sure as an alibi

My lips start to rust

The wind starts to gust

Saying everything but their goodbyes

Saying everything but their goodbyes

Somewhere though it’s blurred

There’s a pretty red bird

Flying high against cerulean skies again

And it looks like that sky blushed

It looks like I’ve had enough of seeing me

In everything but your eyes

I worked for my calluses

I worked on my temperaments

I still can’t close the distance

I reap just what I sow

I’m paid just what I’m owed

But the day breaks only my spirit

Without you here, yet

When you aren't here, yet

Somewhere in my brain

There's a pretty red train

Coming to take me, down the line