I took the train down to Georgia;
Then I remembered we weren't in the same state.
Eight months ago you told me you were off
to Georgia.
Not Atlanta but some far away place.
Packed up your things and Eugene Organ.
Hopped to Minnesota, kissed the lakes goodbye.
Right before a brief stop in Boston
Just to give me one last hard time.
And I had this dream,
as these tracks rolled me to sleep
that this train turned around
and headed straight east.
It didn't stop until we reached the black sea
And the Georgia with you and me.
I remember when you came to visit.
Bought us a ticket for a show that night.
Still have the note that you left me after two days
Of pushpin and walk,
just under my light.
It was a matinee last Thursday evening
when the girl on screen brought you to life
It wasn't how pretty, or even how funny
She just made you as sharp as a knife
And I had this dream,
as these tracks rolled me to sleep
that this train turned around
and headed straight east.
It didn't stop until we reached the black sea.
And the Geogia with you and me.
So in six months, there will only be a year left.
To do all the things you got left to do.
Maybe then we could meet in Atlanta
and the Georgia I'm in will be yours too.
Yeah, the Georgia with me and the Georgia with you.
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