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.
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