SHE AINT COMING BACK
I MET HER IN THE MORNING
BY THE RAILROAD TRACK
AT THE JUNCTION WHERE THE TRAIN HEADS NORTH
SHE CARRIED HER WORLD IN AN OLD LEATHER SACK
I GUESS SHE AINT COMING BACK
I TRIED TO PURSUADE HER
THROUGH THE STEAM AND THE RAIN
AND THE FUTURE THAT WE HELD IN OUR HANDS
SHE LOOKED AT ME SQUARLEY
WITH A SMILE ON HER FACE
SHE WAS GONNA CATCH THAT TRAIN
SHE WAS GONNA CATCH THAT TRAIN
THE RAIN WAS FALLING
THE SUN HAD GONE
THE CLOUDS HAD HIDDEN THE VIEW
I JUST KEEP RECALLING THE GOOD TIMES WE HAD
AWAITING HERE WITH NOTHING TO DO
AS THE TRAIN STARTED MOVING
AND GATHERING PACE
IT DISAPPEARED INTO THE NIGHT
I SWEAR I COULD SEE THROUGH THE STEAMED UP PANE
A HAND WIPE A TEAR FROM HERE EYE
A HAND WIPE A TEAR FROM HERE EYE
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