Kelly Zullo: Music

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It was a lonely time for miss ellen rhine as she stood in the rain
She waved good bye and started to cry as the train pulled away
She knew when something came up it had to fall back down
But she couldn t keep her feet this time from flying off the ground
She was

Shootin for the moon Countin on the stars
Hoping that a fired up engine
Wouldn t take her too far
She was driving toward her doom
With no brakes on her car
And the train pulled away on that lonely day
With just him and his cigar

Miss Ellen Rhine would just start to cry sometimes in later days
And every time she saw a cigar she had to turn away
Time s got cruel tricks in mind and games it like to play
But nothing could stop that little shot as she stood there on that day
She was

Shootin for the moon
Countin on the stars
Hopin that a fired up engine wouldn t take her too far
She was driving towards her doom with no brakes on her car
As the train pulled away on that lonely day with just him and his cigar

No time to cry no time to cry no time to cry at all
There s no time to cry when you re the one being let go
And you got to stay where you ought to be if you don t know the deal