The Engine Driver

I'm an engine driver
 On a long run, on a long run
 Would I were 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 powerlines 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 moneylender
 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