TW Walsh
TW Walsh
TW Walsh
TW Walsh
TW Walsh
TW Walsh
TW Walsh
TW Walsh
TW Walsh
TW Walsh
TW Walsh
Listen for the sound
Of little engines
In the ground
Give up playtime
To master trains
Teaching children
Adult games
I need a reason
To quicken pace
'tis the season
For losing face
I need a crazy forgotten name
Or a postcard sent from maine
Fortune is a reason
It's as good as any
The state is in trouble
Better amscray on the double
I need a crazy forgotten place
I want to vanish without a trace
Fortune is a reason
It's as good as any