作曲 : The Decemberists
I'm an engine driver
on a long run
on a long run
Would I were beside her
she's a long one
such a long one
And if you don't love me let me go
And if you don't love me let me go
I'm a county lineman
on the high line
on the high line
So will be my grandson
there are powerlines
in our bloodlines
And if you don't love me let me go
And if you don't love me let me go
And I am a writer
writer of fictions
I am the heart that you call home
And I've written pages upon pages
trying to rid you from my bones
my bones my bones
I'm a money lender
I have fortunes
upon fortunes
Take my hand for tender
I am tortured
ever tortured
And if you don't love me let me go
And if you don't love me let me go
And I am a writer
writer of fictions
I am the heart that you call home
And I've written pages upon pages
trying to rid you from my bones
I am writer
I am all that you have hoped of
And I've written pages upon pages
trying to rid you from my bones
my bones my bones
And if you don't love me let me go
And if you don't love me let me go
And if you don't love me let me go