The Decemberists Lyrics

8. The Engine Driver

I'm an engine driver 
On a long run, on a long run 
Would I work 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 country lineman 
On a high line, on a 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 home 
Home 
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

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