Well, the midnight wind is howling like a ghost across the plain And Iβm standing by the junction just to wait upon the train I got a suitcase full of nothing and a heavy, weighted mind Leaving every bridge I burned a thousand miles behind No ticket in my pocket, just the rhythm in my bones Iβm the king of the horizon, but Iβm sleeping on the stones. Train, train, take me where the river meets the black Donβt you ever think of stopping, donβt you ever look on back The pistonβs screaming mercy but the coal is burning red Iβd rather ride the iron than the comfort of a bed The city lights are fading like a memory in the rain Iβm a runaway, a drifter, and Iβm calling out your name! Train, train, roll on through the hollow and the pine Keep the wheels a-spinning on that rusted silver line Iβm a restless soul in motion, Iβm a shadow in the night Chasing down the darkness till I find the morning light Yeah, let the hammer hit the anvil, let the whistle blow the pain Iβm a child of the rhythm, Iβm a brother to the train! Click-clack, click-clack... canβt you hear the sound? Click-clack, click-clack... Iβm never coming down! Train, train, roll on through the hollow and the pine Keep the wheels a-spinning on that rusted silver line Iβm a restless soul in motion, Iβm a shadow in the night Chasing down the darkness till I find the morning light Yeah, let the hammer hit the anvil, let the whistle blow the pain Iβm a child of the rhythm, Iβm a brother to the train! Just keep rolling...
