I see it coming, this train,
It's loud and it's long,
I'm waiting at the station,
And my destination's wrong.
Through a tunnel so dark,
Inside a mountain so high,
We won't see each other,
Before the other side.
This train has a driver,
He keeps the wheels turning,
Along tracks of steel,
To a place they call yearning.
Not a single day's passed,
When I doubted your love,
Still some days are bad,
And the nights kinda rough.
I get in these moods,
That can't be explained,
Don't mean to be rude,
It's like I'm on this train.
This train has a driver,
He keeps the wheels turning,
Along tracks of steel,
To a place they call yearning.
It's picking up speed,
The engine vibration,
Wish I could exit,
At the next station.
And then what?
Where would I be?
You still onboard,
Without me.
This train has a driver,
He keeps the wheels turning,
Along tracks of steel,
To a place they call yearning.
2 comments:
As mentioned, I also recently wrote some song lyrics about a train (see below). So many great songs about trains ... Woody Guthrie's "This Train is Bound for Glory" and Sister Rosetta Tharpe's "This Train" come to mind. In previous generations, trains were an important part of the life experience. I am not sure the current generation has the same sensitivity. The relentless, pounding nature of the train is something you have captured in your song, in the lyrics as well as in the driving beat of the music. I've tried to accomplish something similar below.
This Train Don’t Stop
This train don’t stop. It keeps on moving. Rumbling forward. It never turns back.
This train don’t stop. It keeps on moving. Interminably down the endless track.
People get off. People get on. This train don’t stop. This train don’t stop.
Some people die. Some get born. This train don’t stop. It don’t let up.
This train don’t stop. It keeps on moving. It don’t stop for no one. Not even you.
This train don’t stop. It keeps on moving. It don’t slow down. It just passes through.
People get off. People get on. This train don’t stop. This train don’t stop.
Some people die. Some get born. This train don’t stop. It don’t let up.
Like a bullet shot from a gun.
Like the force of gravity. Verticality.
What’s done can’t be undone.
Face up to reality. (Surreality.)
This train don’t stop. It keeps on moving. Rumbling forward. It never turns back.
This train don’t stop. It keeps on moving. Interminably down the endless track.
People get off. People get on. This train don’t stop. This train don’t stop.
Some people die. Some get born. This train don’t stop. It don’t let up.
This train don’t stop. It keeps on moving. It don’t stop for no one. Not even you.
This train don’t stop. It keeps on moving. It don’t slow down. It just passes through.
People get off. People get on. This train don’t stop. This train don’t stop.
Some people die. Some get born. This train don’t stop. It don’t let up.
This train don’t stop.
It don’t let up
This train don’t stop.
This train don’t stop.
Choo-choo baby. This train don't stop.
Choo-choo baby. Don’t let it chew you up.
Choo-choo baby. This train don’t stop.
This train don’t stop.
This train don’t stop.
Love it. Can’t wait to hear the melody.
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