Royal Station 4/16-Melissa Etheridge

Well, it's so hard To listen to these trains Outside my window Here it comes again And it's calling me Begging me: "Follow me down the track" And it moans so dark and low: "Baby ain't comin' back" Well, I refuse to believe It could happen to me And you But it's lonesome And it's hard And it's true I got this whiskey To take care of my lips I got these long cool steel strings At my fingertips And I ain't got nothing I ain't got nothing To soothe my aching soul Except this screeching And screaming iron To tell me where I ought to go Well, I refuse to believe It could happen to me And you But it's lonesome And it's hard And it's true And I hear the train sigh And idle down below Why your love is so sweet and wild Is something I'll never know And it sounds like crying And it sounds like letting go Oh, breathing and lying Sinking and dying slow And I watch from my window Touching the cold glass sky And as the train rolls down the track I say: "Goodbye" Oh... Oh... Oh-ho... You want to take me home Oh... And I wanna go I wanna, wanna, wanna go Oh... Oh... Oh-ho... People wanna know People wanna know Take, take, take, take me home No, no, no, no, no Oh... Oh, oh, oh Oh... Oh... Oh... Oh... Na, na, na... Oh... Na, na, na... Hah, hah... 1, 2, 3, 4