Nothing could prepare me for this
I've always wanted to experience the bliss
Riding on the thunder of a deafening locomotive
I look up at the river of steam that dances above
And I think of my Love

Trees and houses race by
Seemingly running the other way

I think of what was
And how I will miss her love

Tears race across my dirt ridden cheeks
Thrown by the wind
Into the hands of the gravel below  

A smile fights its way back
As I start to run out of track