| Oh, I guess they’ll say I’ve grown
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| I know more than I wanted to know
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| I’ve said more than I wanted to say
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| I’m heading home
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| Yeah, but I’m not so sure
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| That home is a place
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| You can still get to by train
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| So, I’m lookin' out the window and I’m driftin' off to sleep
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| With my face pressed up against the pane
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| With the rhythm of my heart and the ringin' in my ears
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| It’s the rhythm of the southbound train
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| Oh, where the wind starts to look like her hair
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| Like clouds in her bright blue eyes
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| As the sea and the shore fall and rise
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| Like her breast as she breathes by my side
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| And the moon is her lips as the sun
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| Is headed on down to the sea
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| Like her head as she lays down on me Until we reach ocean side
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| Over and over, I hear the same refrain
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| It’s the rhythm of my heart
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| And my sleepy girl’s breathing
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| It’s the rhythm of my southbound train
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| Oh, I suppose they’ll say I should’ve known
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| Or maybe I’m just feelin' old
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| Like a lawyer
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| With no one to blame
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| I’m headed home
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| Yeah, but I’m not so sure
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| But home is a place
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| That’ll ever be the same
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| So, we gather up our things and we head out in the cold
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| And your eyes are where you carry the pain
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| When I hear the whistle weeping, it’s cryin' to the sky
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| It’s the rhythm of the southbound train
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| It’s the rhythm of the southbound train |