The bad men always stay
And the good ones die
They crossed 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
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
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
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
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
Rye LaChance - Model Trains Lyrics
Rye LaChance - Model Trains Lyrics
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The bad men always stay
And the good ones die
They crossed 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
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
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
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
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
And the good ones die
They crossed 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
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
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
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
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
Writer: Rye LaChance
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