From the recording It Wouldn't Take Much
Written by Lydia Brownfield.
Vocals, guitars, drums: Lydia Brownfield.
Guitar, bass: Jeff Dalrymple.
Recorded in Columbus, Ohio at Girlmuse Studios.
Recorded, produced, mixed, mastered by Lydia Brownfield.
© 2025 Lydia Brownfield Music. All rights reserved.
Lyrics
This passing train reminds me of the time
We walked the tracks downtown and back
Puttin pennies on the rails
We’d pick em up all flat
Drinking warm beer and smoking I forgot about all that
You held my hand and my face turned hot
We talked about running away together maybe down to San Diego
It wouldn’t be that hard
Just run up beside the train car - and jump in.
I still have that picture, you and me at the southernmost point
Home of the sunset, that buoy Key West
My polaroid’s a little faded I’m not sure who took that shot
We thought, maybe you and I could just sail off to Cuba
It wouldn’t be that hard
Just go find a boat - and jump in.
We were indestructible, nothing out of reach
There ain’t no small town holding us down
Everything seemed easier for you and me
We were wide, wide, wide open
From the tracks to Havana from the sticks to California
And it wouldn’t take much for either of us to just
Jump in.
You got older but I stayed the same (right?)
College and jobs and now
You’re a dad to three young boys
You text me pictures I send back emojis
Your wife thinks I’m crazy cuz I’m still dreaming of running away
It wouldn’t be that hard
Just find me a train car.
We were indestructible, nothing out of reach
There ain’t no small town holding us down
Everything seemed easier for you and me
We were wide, wide, wide open
From the tracks to Havana from the sticks to California
And it wouldn’t take much
It wouldn’t take much
It wouldn’t take much
For either of us.

