Model Trains

The bad men always stay and the good ones die They cross their heart, I stuck a needle in my eye If wedding rings were made of plastic The Earth would be dead by now We can't love, no we don't know how If pushing model trains 'round tiny plastic table towns Didn't make me feel like running back to Maine to settle down I'd find a hobby in the railroad tracks But the longer I control them, the faster I Slip through the cracks Getting trapped just to shatter like glass Woah-oh-oh I thought I'd see my dad cry for the first time I'd recall But he sat there staring blankly at the marble on the wall My mother shed two tears and gave one to him And I shed many more, one for each of my sins Woah-oh-oh, if pushing model trains 'round tiny plastic table towns Didn't make me feel like running back to Maine to settle down I'd find a hobby in the railroad tracks But the longer I control them, the faster I Slip through the cracks Getting trapped just to shatter like glass Woah-oh-oh I'm up to my knees in the North Atlantic But the East York County tide has different plans for me today So when I reach the bottom where the land is hiding still I'll send up a postcard, signed from me to you Would you read it through? Oh, I hope you do I ran back home for you Signed from me to you Would you read it through? I hope you do I ran back home for you