Ellensburg, Se ptember 18th In a hotel, In Ellensburg, My restless mind Pulls me out of bed, And I walk alone Down the tracks. Crossing over to the wrong side When the train comes by, To where the Transfer Station stinks, Where forklift drivers move pallets From one warehouse To another. And foremen in hardhats Stare at blueprints, Pull cigarettes from that familiar Red and white carton. I watch and I want To ask them for work, Something to do so I Have a reason to stay, A way to start over. Lover, would you forgive me If I never came back?
Š Neil McKay 2012