There?s an old Pullman porter whose fingers shoot lightning
And he can make fools travel faster than light
He?d be taking me home on the rails of my memories
If wishes were fast trains to Texas tonight
There?s a song on a jukebox somewhere in Uvalde
I swear I can hear it when the wind blows just right
And I would dance like a demon in the arms of an angel
If wishes were fast trains to Texas tonight
Yes, if dreams and desires could move mighty engines
And drive locomotives through the fabric of time
I?d be rolling like thunder into Sweetwater County
On the 12th of September, 1989
Instrumental break
There?s a live oak wind blowing through her bedroom curtains
While dreams dance around her in the hazy moonlight
Lord, my kisses would wake her and I?d never forsake her
If wishes were fast trains to Texas tonight
If wishes were fast trains ........
God, how I'd lie