Boxcar Baby from Looking Down by Lemon Thunder

Ghost train feeling
Just fine night train
Train me now and don't think twice
Boxcar Baby into the night
I don't want to know about your file
But I hold you too 'til the morning comes
Boxcar Baby

Touching fingers touching toes in the sunfalls
I think I don't know where I left my clothes
Was it in number two or number twenty-six?
I lost my clothes on a night train ho-ho-ho
(But I gained something else)
Boxcar Baby don't let go
Until the morning comes
Boxcar Baby yeah where you wanna lay tomorrow
We can get there I got a flying broomstick

When we were little ones
We held out our faces and we stuck out our tongues
With hands alive and bolts for hearts
We're robots for tomorrow
With all the broken parts
Well Boxcar Baby can you hold me tight
Until tomorrow
Breaks its light

Oh on the broomstick we can fly away
We can take it how they say
Cuz it's not to say
Yeah it's not to say
It's not to say
Boxcar Baby keep me alive

• Rock
• cunk
• improvised music
• low-fi
• post-punk
• psychrock
• Seattle