The Girl Who Waves At Trains - The Lilac Time

The streets I left were always wet and grey

To half imagined west I made my way

To where the kettle always sings

And walking down the lane

Your long hair swings

You are the girl that waves at trains

In the cool September rain

You know I’ll never live up to my dreams

The ones I spend with you

The way you wave a flower blooms

I won’t pester or presume

I love you through the diesel fumes

I want to make my way with you

I had to leave the city

I was stifled by success

When the blue make money

They always make a mess

So give me wine and soda bread

Moonshine on the field

And on your bed

You are the girl that waves at trains

In the cool September rain

You know I’ll never live up to my dreams

The ones I spend with you

The way you wave a flower blooms

I won’t pester or presume

I love you through the diesel fumes

I want to make my way with you

You’re as welcome as a Christmas rose

Like a shotgun in a field of crows

As breathless as my fifth form prose

You are the girl that waves at trains

In the cool September rain

You know I’ll never live up to my dreams

The ones I spend with you

The way you wave a flower blooms

I won’t pester or presume

I love you through the diesel fumes

I want to make my way with you