Train whistles at midnight
I’m on some distant shore
Though it’s my first encounter
Seems I’ve been here before
Her whistle is a warning
It’s a beacon and a wail
She spent all her life yearning
Up and down those rails
She took a break at one
But she’s back before the 7th bell
And here comes another stranger
Maybe he’ll prove a friend
Unaware of impending dangers
Supposing it won’t end
But the lines fade
And.the hairs grey
And the memories stay
Another day comes with the sun
But even if you run
Backwards or forwards or in circles spin
Even if that gold loaded ship comes in
Time won’t relent and she won’t take you back
So you just keep whistling your lament down the track
