Train Going No Place
I sat beside you on the train going no place
And the seat was frigid; cold as your face
The broken lock didn’t latch the way it should have
I didn’t open the door the way that I could have
Together, we watched as the seasons turned again.
Spring turned to Summer; Summer turned to Rain.
I thought you were beautiful, you know.
When the Rain turned to snow.
When the seats grew too cold to sit on any more
And I still sat there the way I did before
And I froze right in place
Sitting on the train going no place
And we listened to the wind whistle passed our ear
But you, my love, could not hear.
So I tried to tell you what it felt like to hear it sing.
But I guess you didn’t want me to say anything.
And I would have stayed silent, to keep things right.
But as night turned to day and day turned to night
At the end of time passing, I shouldn’t have been there.
In that tiny compartment on the train going no where.
So now here we are, you and I and me and you , today.
Watching the train to no place, wasting the days away.
I could leave the compartment, that is something I could do.
But lonesome as it is, I only want to be lonesome with you.
So we sit together, that’s what we do, on this train’s long track.
And I don’t look ahead at all, I only watch what’s back.
Maybe I should be looking ahead, to see where the train is going.
But I know the train ain’t going anywhere, it’s just the whistle blowing.
And every time I look forward, a hole grows in your face.
And I have to fill it with the dream dust that fuels this train going no place.
Please don’t leave until I can tell you everything you have to know.
There are things you need to hear, before we both have to go.
The longer we hold onto the frayed strings of the dream
The more we’ll fill those silent engines with everlasting steam
And if all I have left of you is a dream when we reach our destination.
I’ll hold onto that dream, and never stop at any station.
The two of us, we don’t say a word, as we sit in place
We sit together, him and I, and skip out on life’s ambitious race.
And we hold hands and we look back, because you can’t disappear.
The lock is busted, but the door’s sealed us all alone in here.
Night turns back into day, and day back into night.
And that’s when you tell me that you understand, and everything is right.
So, yes, the train is going no place, and I guess it couldn’t be worse.
But for the sake of the blessing-- I will endure this curse.
And the seat was frigid; cold as your face
The broken lock didn’t latch the way it should have
I didn’t open the door the way that I could have
Together, we watched as the seasons turned again.
Spring turned to Summer; Summer turned to Rain.
I thought you were beautiful, you know.
When the Rain turned to snow.
When the seats grew too cold to sit on any more
And I still sat there the way I did before
And I froze right in place
Sitting on the train going no place
And we listened to the wind whistle passed our ear
But you, my love, could not hear.
So I tried to tell you what it felt like to hear it sing.
But I guess you didn’t want me to say anything.
And I would have stayed silent, to keep things right.
But as night turned to day and day turned to night
At the end of time passing, I shouldn’t have been there.
In that tiny compartment on the train going no where.
So now here we are, you and I and me and you , today.
Watching the train to no place, wasting the days away.
I could leave the compartment, that is something I could do.
But lonesome as it is, I only want to be lonesome with you.
So we sit together, that’s what we do, on this train’s long track.
And I don’t look ahead at all, I only watch what’s back.
Maybe I should be looking ahead, to see where the train is going.
But I know the train ain’t going anywhere, it’s just the whistle blowing.
And every time I look forward, a hole grows in your face.
And I have to fill it with the dream dust that fuels this train going no place.
Please don’t leave until I can tell you everything you have to know.
There are things you need to hear, before we both have to go.
The longer we hold onto the frayed strings of the dream
The more we’ll fill those silent engines with everlasting steam
And if all I have left of you is a dream when we reach our destination.
I’ll hold onto that dream, and never stop at any station.
The two of us, we don’t say a word, as we sit in place
We sit together, him and I, and skip out on life’s ambitious race.
And we hold hands and we look back, because you can’t disappear.
The lock is busted, but the door’s sealed us all alone in here.
Night turns back into day, and day back into night.
And that’s when you tell me that you understand, and everything is right.
So, yes, the train is going no place, and I guess it couldn’t be worse.
But for the sake of the blessing-- I will endure this curse.