Through the window, I watch the rain,
Rolling down like tears of pain,
In the silence of my solitude,
Echoes of thunder dance in my mood.
The whistle howls, a mournful sound,
Like a ghost that haunts this restless town,
Rust on the rails, the heart's elite,
A journey of sorrow, bittersweet.
I’ve got a soul that's worn and torn,
With memories of love, now forlorn,
Each drop that falls, a story told,
In the blues of the night, a heart so old.
The shadows creep as the train rolls by,
Underneath the weepin’ sky,
I hear a moan, it’s calling me,
In the darkest hour of misery.
Headlights flicker, a haunting glow,
Filling the void where dreams once flowed,
But in this solitude, I find my way,
Each passing moment, a new day’s sway.
So I'll ride the tracks, through the stormy night,
Holding on tight to the fading light,
With every thump, my heart beats sane,
In the rhythm of the night, let love remain.
As the train rolls on, I’ll sing my song,
In the rain, I find where I belong,
Through rust and thunder, I’ll find my peace,
In the blues of my heart, may my troubles cease.
Blues
Moan, Train, Rain, Solitude, Thunder, Rust, Soul