Railroad Time (Spring Comes Quietly)

05 May 2008

As a blue eyed boy of almost ten I
Went down by the train
A hobo’s life I planned as I
Put pennies on the rails
Steel on steel
Boxcars and wheels

The bus I took away from there
It stopped in every town
And I found a place without a plan
My work was in my home
Nothing but dreams
Left up to me

Everything wants to be free
Except what you love and what you need
All alone without words or deeds
Spring comes quietly

Lacking courage and direction I
Sat down upon the shore
Wanting nowhere to belong and no more
Turnstiles or doors
Seconds or signs
Landmarks or lines

CHORUS

Yesterday at half past ten I
I went down by the train
Where I stood without reception, laid it
Down upon the rails
Forgot my path
My debts and maps

CHORUS
D/G/D
G/D

A/G
D/A/G
G/A/D/G
G/A/D