Track Without a Train Songtext
von Siri Lini

Pale and white, here comes the night
With the morning sun I′ll rise, a sun you will never see
You've left this world heavy on my back
All my things still clatter down the road

A track without a train
Whistling past the scenery
A song

Smoke rises, engine burns, grey plume carries you home
Prairie grass waving from below
You′ll be on my mind, my friend, when I'm alone composing
You will be writing shotgun


A track without a train
Whistling through the emptiness
A song
A track without a train
Whistling through the emptiness
A song

Play your gold guitar, the lead and what you wore
In velvet shoes, I hear the words you'd use

A track without a train
A landowner without a claim
A songwriter without a song
Whistling past the scenery
Whistling past the memories
A song