Far, Far Away

The railroad trestle stood out Like a burnt tree In the center of an arboretum Just down the road Past the old Wenapecka tunnel Late at night At almost any given time The sound of heavy wheels On trains that appeared To have a million box cars Would roll through the black night Click-clack, click-clack, click-clack They would say Until what seemed like forever Finally faded away Into a haunting whistle sound Growing dimmer and dimmer Into the silence And though I have lived here All my life In my dreams I have traveled distant lands On a million journeys From here to the stars Each time I have heard The sound of a train Drawing near Then going Far, far away