Waiting for the morning train
the pain, it still persists
the tears, I can't resist
Oh how I'm going to miss
being with you
Sitting in the engine car
my thoughts, they are not heard
I speak, but hear no words
I observe a flying bird
that reminds me of you
I was out to write a song for ya
but Townes already had
He sang sweet words so sad
He missed ya, but he was glad
that he still found you
Listening to the burning man
a language, still unknown
a wisdom, fully grown
Oh how I wish I'd shown
such interest in you
Sailing into a new land
the wind, it settles down
the ship, it turns around
heading back to old ground
I still long for you
I was out to write a song for ya
but Townes already had
He sang sweet words so sad
He missed ya, but he was glad
that he still found you
Waiting for the morning train
the pain, it still persists
the tears, I can't resist
Oh how I'm going to miss
being with you