Letras: 10,000 Maniacs. The Wishing Chair. Can't Ignore The Train.
Steep is the water tower
Painted off blue to match the sky
Can't ignore the train
Night walks in the valley silent
You could swear the earth just moved
Can't ignore the train
Dust to be kicked up
In the crack faced idle sinister town
Screen door to the rail station, devil in her shoe
Ran along side the wasted tracks
Hem pins darted in her calves
Can't ignore the train
One spoiled girl with the tidiest apology
Some how wedged inside her throat
Can't ignore the train
Patience their virtue but I never could abide by that
Dungeon life with electric light, a clean towel and a basin
Mantle figures mind their places and laughs where they belong
Through adventure we are not adventuresome
Rage to share with a wardrobe mirror
In a room so beige and cold
Can't ignore the train
Window days saw the children pick their
Street games on thirty, thirty, thirty afternoons
Molly the boys are starting in that rhyme again
Teasing more and more
The second daughter, how she fell?
Young locked in Some Folk's Prison, made to dwell
'Til they're braiding her gray hair sitting in the wishing chair
Sitting in the wishing chair, sitting in the wishing chair
Painted off blue to match the sky
Can't ignore the train
Night walks in the valley silent
You could swear the earth just moved
Can't ignore the train
Dust to be kicked up
In the crack faced idle sinister town
Screen door to the rail station, devil in her shoe
Ran along side the wasted tracks
Hem pins darted in her calves
Can't ignore the train
One spoiled girl with the tidiest apology
Some how wedged inside her throat
Can't ignore the train
Patience their virtue but I never could abide by that
Dungeon life with electric light, a clean towel and a basin
Mantle figures mind their places and laughs where they belong
Through adventure we are not adventuresome
Rage to share with a wardrobe mirror
In a room so beige and cold
Can't ignore the train
Window days saw the children pick their
Street games on thirty, thirty, thirty afternoons
Molly the boys are starting in that rhyme again
Teasing more and more
The second daughter, how she fell?
Young locked in Some Folk's Prison, made to dwell
'Til they're braiding her gray hair sitting in the wishing chair
Sitting in the wishing chair, sitting in the wishing chair
10,000 Maniacs
The Wishing Chair
10,000 Maniacs