THE GLORY TRAIN

Train sounds

 The Glory Train

         

Down by the old train tracks in Glory, Mississippi

                There is a man that walks alone

Almost every night when the moon is high

                Waiting for a train..............

That never comes by.

Sometimes you can see him

Sometimes you can feel him

Sometimes you just know that he's there

Walking and weeping and crying like a baby

For the girl who had left him 'cause she didn't care.

               They say he died there waiting for the train

                To come back through and go searching for her

                In the blast of a blizzard and the arms of the wind

                He froze like a statue for the train had derailed

                 And neither he or that old train would be running again.

There are too many stories

               That come out of Glory

And I haven't a clue if any are true

But I know this one is and that man's not a myth

And this is the story I'm telling to you.

I've seen him myself and that is the truth

When the night was quiet and the moon was full

A pale apparition with big ghostly eyes

Piercing the silence with his heartbroken moans

Walking and wailing like the poor man could die.

One night I walked there as I made my way home

Following the tracks in the cold December fog

Longing for warmth and the comfort of fire

Sad for myself and the love I had lost

                 Lost for my lips were the lips of a liar.

A coldness colder than  deep winter's breath

Blew on my face and clutched at my arm

I  froze where I stood like my cold feet were fused

For a man stood there holding.................

A ticket he'd never used.

I shook my head when he held out the ticket

                 Staring at him and not wanting to see

Then I turned to flee in my terror's mad grasp

                 Running away from my future

                As he ran towards his past.

                But then I stopped and turned to face him
Standing there waiting on those tracks of pure rust

His face was a see through mask of such pain

And in the distance in the darkness

We both heard the train.

It hadn't run in forty years

                It hadn't existed since before I was born

It hadn't sounded that old whistle low

And how it ran then, I couldn't tell you

But the man caught the train and that's all that I know.

         

©By Voo

Oct 9, 08

2 a.m.