Here at the station
I try to keep my hands clean
Here in this vacuum
I need a tiny little spacesuit for my heart
In my dreams something long and low rolls in
And as the smoky glass slides down
I can see that you are back in town
The sign on my door says 'closed for the winter'
Closed for the cold, cold winter
But still I sit here waiting for the ring of the bell
Maybe you'll come rolling by
In my dreams something long and low rolls in
And as the smoky glass slides down
I can see that you are back in town
I woke up in my metal folding chair
I could see my breath
There was a knock at my door
A tap on my glass
Inspector says he wants cold, hard cash
Says he will look the other way
It's just a hairline crack in my space helmet
A tiny little leak in my oxygen tank
And just because my boat's under water
Don't necessarily mean it sank
In my dreams something long and low rolls in
And as the smoky glass slides down
I can see that you are back in town
credits
from A Place Of My Own,
track released January 1, 2011
Words and music by Tim.
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