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
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