I’m takin’ that midnight train to yesterday,
Hoping it will carry my blues away,
But the cotton fields whisper secrets of old,
Where my bleeding soul turned to stories untold.
Every raindrop falls like a memory,
Dancin’ with shadows of what used to be,
That broken promise lingers like smoke in the air,
Caught in a web of deep sorrow and despair.
The stars above fade into a woeful tune,
As I sit here alone beneath the weary moon,
With faded hope wrapped in a tattered shawl,
I’m searchin’ for a way to rise after the fall.
These rainy blues got me chained to the ground,
The heartache echoes in the silence I found,
But when that midnight train comes rollin’ by,
I’ll step aboard and wave my troubles goodbye.
Oh, the wind carries whispers, sweet as the dawn,
And I’ll leave behind all the things that went wrong,
With every mile traveled, I’ll find my own way,
That midnight train will take me far from this pain.
So here’s to the journey, my heart learns to mend,
Through cotton fields and sorrow, I’ll rise up again,
I’ll hold on to the hope that I’ll shine in the sun,
And greet tomorrow with the battles I’ve won.
As the whistle blows softly, a promise of peace,
I’ll ride that iron horse till my troubles cease,
And when I find my home, I’ll walk proud, not afraid,
Knowing my bleeding soul’s finally been laid.
Blues
Cotton fields, Bleeding soul, Midnight train, Broken promise, Rainy blues, Deep sorrow, Faded hope