Paying My Respects to the Train
A blade of grass, a firefly
A child is born too young to die
I’m not calling ahead
I’m not getting behind
Ain’t waiting on nobody
I’m not looking for a sign
I’m just paying my respects
To the train
Paying my respects to the train
Got my heart in my throat
And my ear to the track
Somehow I just know
That you’re not coming back
Sometimes it comes from the east
Sometimes it comes from the west
Where it stops
That’s just anybody’s guess
I’m just paying my respects
To the train
Paying my respects to the train
A skinny child, a fishing boat
He warmed his hands
Inside your coat
I’m not staring ahead
I’m not looking behind
Ain’t giving up no secrets
I’m not putting up a fight
I’m just paying my respects
To the train
Paying my respects to the train
