I can see crashes on shore let the seconds slide
by rail I wait so romanticized
dawn of steam, kettle heats the tea I drink from sleep
by rail I await so eagerly
Counting change, three spots on the track for you laid
I can see this morning slip away
distant howl, I can feel a shiver running down
I can see this morning take the crown
But you realize the rumble is yours and
the room it quakes and my shiver shakes
you seem to impress and steal my breath and
as I a child I stared at your magic, press you wide my eyes
your cold steel it seems so alive
Nickels down, rush inside to peek through window shade
timid me I hide while pulses race
steady roll, big wheels turning heads by simple grace
eagerly we watch as pulses race
And just once I can lay my hand upon your side
and feel your steady rumble like a dream you are unstoppable
to you I am grateful, you're my Wonder Continental
helping whispers 'tween the eyes to come alive
and one hand cuts the rock like paper thin are views of hate held by closed eyes
Explanation: I wrote this song in Santa Cruz living by some well-trafficked train tracks. I had a small collection of pennies and decided that they should go under the wheels of these big, slow, lumbering ol' timers and become something more than pocket weight. Seeing and riding these trains and having them so close to my home was a very powerful feeling that impressed upon me my own fragility and impermanence. The t**le is worded such because a certain freight company has the initials U.P. and when I wrote it I didn't know what distance the tracks covered. All trains just go forever, I think.
Paco, te quiero
by rail I wait so romanticized
dawn of steam, kettle heats the tea I drink from sleep
by rail I await so eagerly
Counting change, three spots on the track for you laid
I can see this morning slip away
distant howl, I can feel a shiver running down
I can see this morning take the crown
But you realize the rumble is yours and
the room it quakes and my shiver shakes
you seem to impress and steal my breath and
as I a child I stared at your magic, press you wide my eyes
your cold steel it seems so alive
Nickels down, rush inside to peek through window shade
timid me I hide while pulses race
steady roll, big wheels turning heads by simple grace
eagerly we watch as pulses race
And just once I can lay my hand upon your side
and feel your steady rumble like a dream you are unstoppable
to you I am grateful, you're my Wonder Continental
helping whispers 'tween the eyes to come alive
and one hand cuts the rock like paper thin are views of hate held by closed eyes
Explanation: I wrote this song in Santa Cruz living by some well-trafficked train tracks. I had a small collection of pennies and decided that they should go under the wheels of these big, slow, lumbering ol' timers and become something more than pocket weight. Seeing and riding these trains and having them so close to my home was a very powerful feeling that impressed upon me my own fragility and impermanence. The t**le is worded such because a certain freight company has the initials U.P. and when I wrote it I didn't know what distance the tracks covered. All trains just go forever, I think.
Paco, te quiero