🕊Tuesday's Gone: Part 2🕊

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Ronnie
I stared at the blank paper infront of me. Trains had come and gone, I sat surronded by my band tapping my pencil on the thin red lines.

Nobody else seemed too occupied either. After writing a few words down on the paper, I looked up again, a figure walking on the train tracks instantly catching my attention.

"I'll be right back." I entered the cold outdoors, inching closer to the figure. It was a women, about 5'9, pink ratty dress and a tiara.

"Ella." I tried to walk closer to her, seemed there was some sort of force holding me back. "Babe."

"I miss you Ronnie."

I managed to step closer, not much progress though.

"Babe stop! Where I am now is a place you can never come back from. You should get back to them. I had to be free. You'd better get outta the way the train is coming."

Damn near got myself killed, but I managed to jump out of the way.

Ella wasn't there anymore. Sighing, I sat down on the train tracks. I couldn't stop myself from crying. It's been a month since the accident. Still feels weird without her.

A hand on my shoulder took me out of my thoughts.

"Hey Ed."

"Cmon Ronnie. Let's get you back inside."

Part of me was thankful for that experince. Helped me finish this damn song.

Train roll on, on down the line,
Won't you please take me far away?
Now I feel the wind blow outside my door,
Means I'm leaving my woman behind.
Tuesday's gone with the wind.
My baby's gone with the wind.

And I don't know where I'm going.
I just want to be left alone.
Well, when this train ends I'll try again,
But I'm leaving my woman at home.

Tuesday's gone with the wind.
Tuesday's gone with the wind.
Tuesday's gone with the wind.
My baby's gone with the wind.

Train roll on many miles from my home,
See, I'm riding my blues away.
Tuesday, you see, she had to be free
But somehow I've got to carry on.

Tuesday's gone with the wind.
Tuesday's gone with the wind.
Tuesday's gone with the wind.
My baby's gone with the wind.

"I miss you Ella."

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