The Train

It's been years since I've heard that lonesome whistle blow Or smelled the smoke along the track And I've been getting the urge to go As my memories carry me back There's an old railway station with its' doors boarded up Thats a monument to days gone by It holds stories of passion, triumphs and love And it brings a tear to my eye I want to ride these rails till the day I die I want to see the cities passing by To hear that lonesome whistle cry And to camp out in the rain I want to feel the freedom that the railroad brings Listen to the song that the bluebird sings Visit places where I can spread my wings Oh God I miss the train There's an open road calling out to me There's a lot of places I want to see The lure of the rails won't let me be And it's driving me insane I just don't know what I want to do To settle down would make me blue Always looking for something new Oh God I miss the train I walked those railroad tracks When I was just a kid Throwing stones, singing songs Never kept my feelings hid I'd sit on those wooden benches And watch the old man sell tickets to places far away And daydream of cowboys and outlaws riding the ranges On a hot and sultry day Now those days are no more But I'm still longing for The mountain and valley and plain Although I still yearn I can never return Oh God I miss the train.