Life On a Train

I left my heart in Minnesota Where the tea goes cold with every passing second. I left my love to the bare bougainvillea and A willow tree beyond a vacant road. I left a skillful lover whose skin turned Cold throughout our sleepless nights. I left my open mind in a rundown cinema, Trodden with trash and the homeless. Using heart and hands, I caught a sallow fish with Fins like ash and eyes like fire. He left me for some quiet whore Whose name he'd never know, On a cluttered frozen alley way Somewhere, some time ago. I left my heart to Minnesota And again I've left a lover.