Old Train

Old train I can hear your whistle blow
But I won’t be jumping on again
Old train I’ve been everywhere you go
And I know what lies beyond each bend.

   Old train each time you pass you’re older than the last
   And it seems I’m too old for running
   I hear your rusty wheels grate against the rails
   They cry with every mile and I think I’ll stay awhile.

Old train I grow weary from the miles
And I’ll miss the freedom that was mine
Old train just to think about those times
I’ll smile when you’re high-balling by.