The Decemberists - Engine Driver

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 highline on the highline 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 (Interlude:) 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