Had a circular saw blade. Where I should have had a heart. I was trusted I adored her. And I tore it all apart. Twin moons on a millpond. From a tumbledown barn. I can still taste the heat of the sun. On her skin in my arms. I could fold to the cold of these. January streets. But your smile in the half-light was. Pure pillow print cheek. I will be far away for a while. But my heart's staying put. Warming and guarding and guiding. The one that I love. Warming and guarding and guiding. The one that I love. The silence and the waiting. And the rush of all aboard. Fifty souls to a carriage. I'm trying hard to be ignored. Then my telephone shakes into life. And I see your name. And the wheat fields explode into gold. Either side of the train. And the wheat fields explode into gold. Either side of the train. And the wheat fields explode into gold