A Thousand Tons - Matthew Good

Come away from the window and sit with me

You can say it

We both know what you’re thinking

Been brave before

But this isn’t one of those times

They’re rare you know

And me admitting it well it’s about time

Cause what you see

Is what’s left of a thousand tons

Of rusted steel

Done up to look it can run

Life in the capture of the after of what used to be

All a thousand tons eventually

Come away from the window and sit with me

I know a place

This one’s gotten to me