Boxcar Telegrams Lyrics

Warm in this narrow car I lie

Spinnin' wheels move me further into night

Cold train is rollin' me along

Back to the old Queen, 3 times her weight in stone

And I don't want to go

Back to my city bed to lie

Through window square watching bodies speeding by

To the poet stirring rackets in my mind

Where days empty into winter whiskey nights

And I don't want to go, no I don't wanna go

So leave me in Yukon mountains to rest my hurried bones

Silver Springs wash the fuel of youth that drives me home

Cause I don't wanna go

No I don't wanna go

Home

Back far from BC timber lines

To inner voices and disapproving eyes

From a sea of summer backroad country miles

To a grave of unborn concrete piles

And I don't wanna go, no I don't wanna go

So leave me in Yukon mountains to rest my hurried bones

Silver Springs wash the fuel of youth that drives me home

Cause I don't wanna go

No I don't wanna go

The night comes black and forest falls to ash and stone

Over iron hills the train begins to slow and I am back once more,

Back where I belong

But I don't wanna go

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