Coal Train 1 (Live)

Sometimes at night I just sat up in my bed and listened to all the mountain sounds
I'd leave a little night light on and listen to radio stations snappin' and poppin' from as far away as New York or Atlanta
And sometimes I sat up with a candle light reading books by writers whose names I didn't even know how to pronounce
So right before sleep I might shut my eyes and listen to the dogs barking outside
Far away dogs barking so loud like a ghost is walking among them
Sometimes I wished I was one of these dogs
And sometimes I wished that ghost was me
And then at 11:30 the coal train came blowing through town just like every night
I listened as it blew and whistled and whispered
I imagine that coal train going somewhere just as I imagine it now
To Norfolk or the north and then afterwards Japan