The Trail Ahead

When I was a young boy roamin' on the railroad tracks

Put copper pennies on the rail, locomotive come and squash 'em flat

We'd run to fetch 'em back
Summer nights at Gran-ma's house cozy in my bed dreams of far-off places and other lives to be led, swirling in my head

And there's a train in the distance there's a whistle calling, silver moonlight falling

Now I am a grown man turning in my sleep, debts and obligations
Family ties run deep, promises to keep

You can ride that train to the far end of creation, away from everything and everyone you know, you better make friends with your angels and your demons, they will be riding with you wherever you may go, but you have to go

There's a train in the distance, there's a whistle calling,

 autumn leaves will be falling