The Decemberists Follow

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 a writer, I am all that you have hoped on

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)

And if you don't love me let me go