Black Irish Band That Train
The platform's dark and empty
The doors are closed and locked
The paint is cracked and peeling
And the windows boarded up
The glory days of the railroad
Are fading in the past
Now the engine sits quit
Because she's built to last
(Chorus)
That train don't stop here anymore
The wheels are rusted to the rail
Can't hear the engines roar
That train don't stop here anymore
Now the engineer is gone and the hobo stands alone
You have to find your own way home
When I was a young boy
I'd walk beside the tracks
I'd wave to the engineer
He'd smile and wave right back
A hundred tons in motion
"She's alive" they used to say
You'd swear you'd hear her breathing hard
As she's coming up the grade
(Chorus)
That train don't stop here anymore
The wheels are rusted to the rail
Can't hear the engines roar
That train don't stop here anymore
Now the engineer is gone and the hobo stands alone
You have to find your own way home
That train don't stop here anymore
The wheels are rusted to the rail
Can't hear the engines roar
That train don't stop here anymore
Now the engineer is gone and the hobo walks alone
You have to find your own way home
You have to find your own way home
