Heavy Machines

Riding a low sky train to her

Counting the stations remaining

A hard rain falls down to delay my heart

There's nothing worse than the waiting

Surrendering to circumstance

I try to express my feelings

In the middle of a letter meant for her

I fall asleep and I start dreaming

Green grass grows like trees here

I shrink to the size of a clothespin

I'm stopped by the stones police who question

If my heart is holding

I plead that I'm not satisfied

With the way the world is bleeding

Then she appears and calmes my fears

With the words she keeps repeating

Never drive heavy machines

When you're taking strong medication

All is not all it seems if you've got no destination

And I'll be by your side

No reason to run and hide from a thing called love

Red lips turns to cherry pie, oh why can't I stop eating

Wishbone cracks and I hang on to the lucky piece remaining

Suddenly I'm waking up by a conductor who's been waiting

I hand in my ticket and pounder on the words she kept repeating

The train arrives at the stop filled with hesitation

I look down at the letter I wrote

And I read the words I was dreaming