Seven Tons Of Steel Going Home
The train I travel in my dreams,
the one I ramble best,
is steel that cuts me far from here
and heads the way out west
They say, you can't go home again,
I used to wonder why,
so I took the time to visit you,
I knew I had to try
I'd hoped you would be happy
like I knew you should;
find a life in our old town
the way I never could
Maybe I'd begin again,
start and end with you,
see a face I once knew under
marquee lights of blue
I wondered if a town called home,
would call to me instead
and be a place where I'd return
and paint in shades of red
I'd love to make a life with you in reruns from the past,
walk along and not ahead
with hope to make it last
But time has changed the place I knew
or maybe it changed me;
misty dreams and lofty plans,
in endings we can't see
Many times I close my eyes
as if I want to test,
the town I visit in my mind
and one remembered best;
by seven tons of steel,
rocking it out west
and gently lulling through the night
the dreams I lay to rest.