autumn tactics

I’d move to Rockferry
Tomorrow
And I’d build my house, baby
With sorrow

I’d leave my shadow
To fall behind
And I wouldn’t write to you
‘Cause I’m not that kind

The midnight trains are boarding
All wrap up eights
I pick my load and I fill my truck
Before it’s too late

I leave the stars to judge
My every move
I’m not going to think of you, oh
I’d get the blues

There’s no sleep on the journey
Away from town
A bag of songs and a heavy heart
Won’t make me down

I’ll give it all my strength and my mind
I’ll make this decision with or without

I’d move to Rockferry
Tomorrow
And I’d build my house, baby
With sorrow

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