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I pass a town without a name |
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Seen through the window of a train |
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A boy and girl stand side by side |
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The train arrives, she kisses him goodbye |
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She turns away then steps on board |
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He thought he'd die but now he's sure |
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But as he thinks of one last thing to say |
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The train just rolls away |
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I pass a station with no sign |
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An old man gets on the train just in time |
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He used to love this town despite the rain |
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But since his wife died it's not been the same |
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He curses himself, he was weak |
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At his wife's grave he could not speak |
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But as he thinks that maybe he should stay |
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The train just rolls away |
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The driver likes his coffee strong and hot |
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The train he drives is everything he's not |
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He watches the sad people board the train |
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Then laughs as he pulls out and rolls away |
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Hits a hundred, no holding back |
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Then his dear train comes off the track |
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The news report said instant death, no pain |
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But who's really to say? |
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But who's really to say? |
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The train just rolled away |
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The train just rolls away |
