trains rollin' by

i could get used to the trains rollin’ by
your window late at nite
and you askin’ me “honey, what’s wrong?”
and me sayin’ it was all right
your little boy asleep in his room down the hall
listening to his mama cry
i could get used to holdin’ you tight
and wipin’ the tears from your eyes

in a world you don’t believe in you can do most anything
join the circus or work in a store
but hang around too long, you’ll find your spirit gone
that little angel won’t be there anymore
maybe you’re the one, i should let you hold me down
but that train outside you window’s naggin’ me
hey, i could get used to wakin’ up next to you
i could learn another way of being free

this town has changed a lot since the curfew came about
only orphans hang around after ten
but there were crazy times before, picking fights and slagging whores
there were twice as many women as were men
but i’m backing off that game or at least i’m trying to
i had a dream i died with no one around
better get used to settlin’ in and taking it on the chin
ain’t gonna let that whistling engine drag me down

when you gave me the slip i thought it was a joke
figured i’d be staying here for a while
but your shoulder’s still so cold, you’re seeing someone i’ve been told
man, i miss that crooked tooth in your smile
you gave me a run, i suppose we had some fun
i really shouldn’t sit here and complain
so show me to the door and kiss me once more
maybe there’s still time to catch that train

bridge
I could get used to the
sound of the wheels rollin’ down the line
I could get used to the
idea of you and giving you all of my time

Jon Houlon, Hillside Blue Music, 2001