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When the work is done and the railway bell
echoes down the lane
we'll be taking in the sweet grass smell
by the tracks of the 5:10 train.
In the stillness of the afternoon
a rumbling comes down the plain,
and the conversation ends too soon
to the whistle of the 5:10 train.
You and me on a patch of green,
you know I can't complain,
and we're shaking from that inch between
our shoes and the 5:10 train.
We're throwing stones against the side
of the bright graffiti stain,
and they ricochet and we hide behind
the shadow of the 5:10 train.
The treetops cradle the setting sun
and there ain't no sign of rain,
but the evening air is overrun
with the thunder of the 5:10 train.
I lose myself to the chugging sounds
as the sunlight starts to wane,
and we close our eyes as the night surrounds
you and me and the 5:10 train.
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