The Train Of Life
The train of life
Rolls down the track
It starts out slow
And you don’t look back
It picks up speed
As the night comes down
On the train of life
The wheels go ‘round
The train of life
Is never on time
Making stops
No reason or rhyme
Through dark of night
And blinding rain
No one knows
Who drives the train
One of these days
To a better place
We’ll make our way
One of these days
Though I don’t know when
We’ll be golden
Golden
The train of life
Sways and swerves
Rolls over rivers
Around blind curves
The conductor smiles
And gives no clue
If the light at the end of the tunnel
Is you
One of these days
To a better place
We’ll make our way
One of these days
Though I don’t know when
We’ll be golden
Golden
