You're on a train to Warrington
There are strange people there
In Warrington
Stange people there
A shopping centre
Strange people there
Selling sea salts
To those who miss the ocean
I miss the ocean and I live next door
I never make the time to stroll around the seaside
Picking pebbles from my shoe
Don't want to turn this veil to shroud
I'm too young
Baby why are you going
I wish I could provide for you
I'll be at home I'll be drinking
With friends and with myself
I borrowed everything I own
And with no credit on your phone
I know you're out there on your own
We speak the mantra daily
We speak the mantra daily
Somehow it'll all be ok
We speak the mantra daily
There's nothing to be done
Losing concentration
Thinking of you on the train you can't afford
But somehow we find a way
Oh it'll be ok
We speak the mantra daily
It's not like we're going hungry
It's not like we are so cold we cannot feel our own toes
Though we have cling film on our windows
Let us feel no shame
Portland singer/songwriter delivers a gorgeous Christmas EP, fashioned in the lush style of classics by Bing Crosby and Johnny Mathis. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 23, 2020