Chip Greene: Music
The Art of Abandon
Headin’ east on a downbound train
Torn bag on the floor full of valentine pain
She buries her wounds in a curaçao grave
Three days left to go
Vowing to face him eye to eye
As the railway sings its lullaby
And numbs her in the by and by
To the merciless undertow
The art of abandon
The art of abandon
Dreaming still in spite of dawn
She sleeps right through her fatal flaw
But wakes to catch the epilogue
He waits at the depot
The art of abandon
The art of abandon
© CHIP GREENE (ASCAP)