
The Kelly Song Collective
Train
I'm on a train. The conductor's drunk.
I got my boots, and I got my trunk.
I got my books to keep me sane.
I'm on a train.
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I'm on a train full of rogues and rakes.
We got no lights, and we got no brakes.
I hold my heart, and I curse its pain.
I'm on a train.
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I left the yard just an engine strong.
Now my train’s fifty cars long.
I don't know if I’m going to see
everything that's in front of me.
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I'm on a train with the common folk.
They're talking trash, and they're blowing smoke.
They’re pulling at my every dream.
I'm running out of coal, running out of steam.
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I'm on a train, and it's heading south.
Its beautiful club car's an open mouth.
Its lips are cracked and its tongue is dry,
looking for a riverbed and an open sky.
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My destination's down the line,
beyond the maple, past the pine,
over the hill and ‘round the bend,
signalling the station at the other end.
