Brooke Miller - Country From The Dome Car lyrics

Bring down the rain bring out the ghosts It's twenty-five degrees out on the West Coast Every thing's in bloom there and I don't care I've been thinking about leaving too You pack as little as you can 'cause that's what you do You put everything in storage and give the dog to mom She wouldn't mind there's a big back field A long time ago they stopped turning yield You should see the view there from up on the hill I fell in love with the train last week and everyone there I got the scent of everyone's laughter in my hair We watched the landscapes click by hell I was the engineer I saw the country from the dome car and I was outta here By night we traveled slow, by day we went fast And no one checked to see where we were on the map You knew you hit the prairies and you knew why You take a deep breath and hold it in And every deep breath seems to quiet the din You forget about the time zones, there are none out there Home for the reckless home for the race It's home for a moment of time and space You lose all your sleep when the playing is done You learn the rails and you're learning on the tracks Someone tells a story of an old steam back And a village comes together seven coaches long