Valentine’s Bridge
There’s a train on the track
And it’s not coming back
It will plunge far below
Nowhere else it can go
Up ahead I can see
Where the bridge used to be
Where the bridge used to be
Is a vast cavity
*
When the train whistle blew
On the nine twenty two
There were squeals in the night
From the wheels locking tight
For the train driver knew
There was nought he could do
And the whole of the town
Heard the train crashing down
Heard the shrill whistle blow
From the wreck down below
Heard the screams so afeard
Of the dead that they cleared
For the train thundered on
Upon tracks that were gone
And a train without track
Simply ain’t coming back
*
But there’s one day a year
When the date brings me here
On Saint Valentine’s Day
When the train makes its way
’cross the bridge I can see
Where the bridge used to be
And the train that I see
Takes my girl home to me
But she won’t find me there
For I stepped into air
To be with Emily
Where the bridge used to be
Though on each other day
When the train falls away
I can hold Emily
And she can hold me
Copyright © Terry Flood | Year Posted 2024
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