This Train - 09/21/11 04:24 AM
This Train
Thought i heard a distant train,chugglin' through the rain
Way back around a bend in my mind
Thought i heard a hobo sing,about the heartaches love can bring
Echoeing down that forgotten delta line
This train,pushing through my foggy memories
I hear the whistle i see the smoke bellowing black
This train,is an iron ghost riding on past me
On these silver rails of yesterday,never coming back
Thought i heard a distant train,rumblin' it's sad refrain
As it passes by the briar filled potters ground
It lays down a lonesome whistle,to the crosses of the nameless
Who's journey's end was never found
This train,pushing through my foggy memories
I hear the whistle,i see the smoke bellowing black
This train,is an iron ghost riding on past me
On these silver rails of yesterday,never coming back
And this train,rolls on forever in my mind
And this train,takes it farther down the line
And this train,doesn't forget to blow as it passes me
One last time
This train,pushing through my foggy memories
I hear the whistle,i see the smoke bellowing black
This train,is an iron ghost riding on past me
On these silver rails of yesterday,never coming back
Thought i heard a distant train,chugglin' through the rain
Way back around a bend in my mind
Thought i heard a hobo sing,about the heartaches love can bring
Echoeing down that forgotten delta line
This train,pushing through my foggy memories
I hear the whistle i see the smoke bellowing black
This train,is an iron ghost riding on past me
On these silver rails of yesterday,never coming back
Thought i heard a distant train,rumblin' it's sad refrain
As it passes by the briar filled potters ground
It lays down a lonesome whistle,to the crosses of the nameless
Who's journey's end was never found
This train,pushing through my foggy memories
I hear the whistle,i see the smoke bellowing black
This train,is an iron ghost riding on past me
On these silver rails of yesterday,never coming back
And this train,rolls on forever in my mind
And this train,takes it farther down the line
And this train,doesn't forget to blow as it passes me
One last time
This train,pushing through my foggy memories
I hear the whistle,i see the smoke bellowing black
This train,is an iron ghost riding on past me
On these silver rails of yesterday,never coming back