Glory Train Lyrics

Stephen Fearing Glory Train

I am restless tonight
Body’s just a bag of bones
And a cheap suit feels
Like a poor man’s home

Far away, a whistle blows and a dog slips it’s chains
Waiting, waiting for the glory train.
Feel the air

Crawl across your skin
The last lick of night
Shadow’s lingering
Morning drags itself to town
Spreading like a stain I’m sick of waiting, waiting for the glory train

Glory train

In the landscape of our own invention
Ride the rails Of promises and good intentions
Good intentions I found a picture
See the way we used to be?

Do you remember
How your eyes would look at me?
Making love into the night
And the neighbours would complain
We were waiting, waiting for the glory train

Glory train

In the landscape of our own invention
Ride the rails Of promises and good intentions
Good intentions