The Decemberists The Engine Driver lyrics

I'm an engine driver
On a long run, on a long run
Would I work beside her
She's a long one, such a long one

And if you don't love me
Let me go
And if you don't love me
Let me go

I'm a county lineman
On a high line, on a high line
So will be my grandson
There are power lines in our bloodlines

And if you don't love me
Let me go
And if you don't love me
Let me go

And I am a writer, writer of fictions
I am the heart that you call home
And I've written pages upon pages
Trying to rid you from my bones
My bones, my bones

I'm a money lender
I have fortunes upon fortunes
Take my hand for tender
I am tortured, ever tortured


And if you don't love me
Let me go
And if you don't love me
Let me go

And I am a writer, writer of fictions
I am the heart that you call home
And I've written pages upon pages
Trying to rid you from my bones

I am a writer
I am all that you have home, home
And I've written pages upon pages
Trying to rid you from my bones
My bones, my bones

And if you don't love me
Let me go
And if you don't love me
Let me go

And if you don't love me
Let me go
And if you don't love me
Let me go