Memory Of Your Arms

I see nothing but the memory of your arms upon this train
The morning lays a frosted sheet of gold along the plains
Beside the ships and snow
My mind is making crazy patterns
Like the birds along the lake
There isn't much more longing I can take
There isn't much more longing I can take
The sun is melting amber on the houses painted green and red
The tide falls pretending she is laying there in bed
Between the words and the smoke
My eyes are skating on the water
Trying hard to stay awake
There isn't much more longing I can take
There isn't much more longing I can take
The sky is showing endless roads I have no time to roam
My restless heart is searching for the pathway to your home
Between the towers and the tracks hold the memory of your arms
Only I was just about to break
There isn't much more longing I can take
There isn't much more longing I can take
There isn't much more longing
There isn't much more longing
There isn't much more longing I can take