“The Engine Driver” by The Decemberists

This is another song that I momentarily forgot about, but glad that my memory was jogged today while I sat at the library. The Decemberists are quirky, but I’m confident that most of you will like this track. My heart breaks a little every time I hear it, but that’s what I love about it. “I am a writer, a writer of fictions. I am the heart that you call home. And I’ve written pages upon pages, trying to rid you from my bones.” Sorrowful, but a little sweet, don’t you think?