The Conductor's Exit Song

Rows of trees passing by on the windscreen of a car line the sky above
With all leaves in a curl
Spiralling out as a perch for no birds this time
Moving fast through a curve trusting in a turn of the arm

To arrive at a home ever empty and closed for a while now

I'll be waiting



Credits
Writer(s): Will Wasem
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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