A Father's Son - I Like Trains

Knee deep and born into it

You didn’t ask for this and don’t I know it?

A father’s son

We couldn’t hope for less

Pry these workds from my cold dead lips

Home is where the heart is

And the ghosts I draw

Will leave you cold

A bankrupt father

To skin and bones

I’m moving over;

I’m making room for you

I’m making room

I will occupy the space between

What you say and what you mean

And you say

That the devil’s in the detail

And if that’s true

When he is through with me he will

Sure as hell be after you

And the ghosts I draw

Will leave you cold

A bankrupt father

To skin and bones

We escape, we escape, we escape

With our minds made up

We escape, we escape, we escape

And our time is up