From the recording For the Birds

Lyrics

He waits for her like a kid waiting on a train
Leaning into the fear
Certain of magic when she draws near
He waits for a like a kid waiting on a train

See her picking up speed from the awful weight of the past
Thundering behind her
If she never stops, it’ll never define her
See her picking up speed from the weight of the past

Molly dear go easy on the boy, he don’t know
Sam my son go easy, she’s on the run
When sensitive emotions meet compulsive motion
There’ll be blood on the train tracks of love

One night he gets home late and he forgets to text
Slamming the bathroom door
Crying her eyes out and crying some more
One night he gets home late and he forgets text

She just echoing back to being left alone
Her mama decided to split
Her dad would go out and get so lit
She just echoing back to being left alone

Molly dear go easy on the boy, he don’t know
Sam my son go easy, she’s on the run
When sensitive emotions meet compulsive motion
There’ll be blood on the train tracks of love

Coffee's getting cold while they're talking on the balcony
Holding hands, trying to make sense of the night
Bleary eyes nursing a new kind of hangover
Suddenly down when you thought you were on the upside

Molly dear go easy on the boy, he don’t know
Sam my son go easy, she’s on the run
When sensitive emotions meet compulsive motion
There’ll be blood on the train tracks of love