Country From The Dome Car Lyrics - Singles - Brooke Miller

Bring down the rain bring out the ghosts 

It's twenty-five degrees out on the West Coast 

Every thing's in bloom there and I don't care 

I've been thinking about leaving too 

You pack as little as you can 'cause that's what you do 

You put everything in storage and give the dog to mom 

She wouldn't mind there's a big back field 

A long time ago they stopped turning yield 

You should see the view there from up on the hill 

I fell in love with the train last week and everyone there 

I got the scent of everyone's laughter in my hair 

We watched the landscapes click by hell I was the engineer 

I saw the country from the dome car and I was outta here 

By night we traveled slow, by day we went fast 

And no one checked to see where we were on the map 

You knew you hit the prairies and you knew why 

You take a deep breath and hold it in 

And every deep breath seems to quiet the din 

You forget about the time zones, there are none out there 

Home for the reckless home for the race 

It's home for a moment of time and space 

You lose all your sleep when the playing is done 

You learn the rails and you're learning on the tracks 

Someone tells a story of an old steam back 

And a village comes together seven coaches long