Setenta Y Nueve

I buried toy soldiers
and my old collection of cards
music boxes enchanted
and a tooth under the pillow

Sounds so far away
summer fire
the day I stole a melon
and got a stomach ache

Bob Dylan was playing
a train is slowly coming.
Seventy-nine
I closed the books, didn’t make it past September.

Wash up, put on a shirt
it’s Sunday, you gotta go to church
my mom thought
that’s how she’d save me
I was smoking in my room
staring at a poster of Iggy Pop.

Bob Dylan was playing
a train is slowly coming.
Seventy-nine
I closed the books
didn’t make it past September.

Uh, a train is slowly coming
Uh, didn’t make it past September.