A train whistles it's lonesome tune
Passing through these Ohio fields
I listen from my porch
And wonder where its headed.
If I got on, where would it take me?
Would the conductor let me
Play my guitar
And write my silly little songs
While the car rocks me to sleep?
Maybe it'd take me where my friend Chris has gone.
He left town on a skateboard
When we were 17
And never came home.
I know he found happiness out there.
I miss his smile.
I miss smoking **** in the woods
Trying to duck the man.
The train blows again
And I am brought back to where I am
28, a father, a husband
Musing on the back porch
And he's 2000 miles away.
I hope you're alright, my friend,
Jul 15, 2025
Jul 15, 2025 at 10:42 AM UTC
A train whistles it's lonesome tune
Passing through these Ohio fields
I listen from my porch
And wonder where its headed.
If I got on, where would it take me?
Would the conductor let me
Play my guitar
And write my silly little songs
While the car rocks me to sleep?
Maybe it'd take me where my friend Chris has gone.
He left town on a skateboard
When we were 17
And never came home.
I know he found happiness out there.
I miss his smile.
I miss smoking **** in the woods
Trying to duck the man.
The train blows again
And I am brought back to where I am
28, a father, a husband
Musing on the back porch
And he's 2000 miles away.
I hope you're alright, my friend,
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