Corduroy

the train is so cold tonight
my fingers too numb to write
but i write to spite the cold
and moon i can see you there
you're still hanging in there
though you are so very old

and i'm just thinking about a boy
wearing wintergreen corduroy

.
you're waking me where i sleep
you're taking me where i keep on
telling myself not to go
what am i supposed to do
all by myself without you
on a train moving so slow

i'm just thinking about a boy
wearing wintergreen corduroy
.