I´m an engine driver
On a long run, on a long run
Would I work 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 country 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 money lender
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