The Train

If I lay my head on the rail here in Texas
Will I hear your train rolling far away
Will I hear the sound of the rain in Montana
As I've been to the tracks on this hot Texas day

And I hear your whispers, they turn into twisters
And tear through the east Texas sky
And I can hear your laughter falling from the rafters
Breezing up the dust like the stars burning bright

If lay my head on the rail here in Texas
Will I hear the sound as you walk across the track
Will I shed a tear as your footsteps I hear
And I realize my dear that you ain't coming back

And I hеar your whispers, they turn into twisters
And tеar through the east Texas sky
And I can hear your laughter falling from the rafters
Breezing up the dust like the stars burning bright

And I hear your whispers, they turn into twisters
And tear through the east Texas sky
And I can hear your laughter falling from the rafters
Breezing up the dust like the stars burning bright

As I lay my head on the rail here in Texas
The thunder of the wheels slowly start to wain
Still I press down my ear until nothing I hear
And the tracks of my tears made the tracks of the train