Lucy Wainwright Roche Soft Line
One smile is a lot to ask
From a city known for class
And for all of the trains that pass
Five for every hour
Bad luck is a rule of thumb
Lapping up against the doors of some
Isn't that where the sand comes from
That lies beside the sea
Watch out or the sun will set
On the picture we tried to get
On the story of why we met
The maker or the man
So light up with a golden blaze
But it's as empty as any maze
And they sure build 'em high these days
You wander or you climb
See none of this was mine
I knew that almost all the time
But I took a soft line
With you
A good plan can be hard to find
Here you can choose from a dozen lines
But they all run on railroad time
So everyone agrees
But sometimes it's a shorter walk
Miss the station, miss the talk
And miss the opening door you locked
And look the other way
See none of this was mine
I knew that almost all the time
But I took a soft line
With you
Time to stay or go
We didn't really know
Well let the record show
That I do now
