There is a house 'cross railway tracks
Stands high and broad against the rest
The floorboards part enough to see
The people all moving beneath
And the cold comes through each closed door
The railcars rattle panes and bones
The steeple shades the windows bare
And smokestacks waft and part again
From factories and passing freight
A lonesome whistle permeates
And the cold passes underneath
Creeps between the blankets deep
Where the Plymouth stands to guard the gate
And the churchyard waits so patiently beneath
Where the welcome mat is a broken road
Where you lay your head, where I wish I called home
And the cold don't mean so much harm
Only looking like us to find some warmth
Where the Plymouth stands to guard the gate
And the churchyard waits so patiently beneath
Where the welcome mat is a broken road
Where you lay your head, where I wish I called home
There is a house 'cross railway tracks
Stands high and broad against the rest
Could we be there waving goodbye
To passing trains if only in my mind
Thin Lear's sophisticated rock music is tempered with soaring chamber pop accents and an undeniable gift for melody. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 30, 2020