Seven Tons Of Steel Going Home

The train I travel in my dreams,

the one I ramble best,

is steel that cuts me far from here

and heads the way out west

They say, you can't go home again,

I used to wonder why,

so I took the time to visit you,

I knew I had to try

I'd hoped you would be happy

like I knew you should;

find a life in our old town

the way I never could

Maybe I'd begin again,

start and end with you,

see a face I once knew under

marquee lights of blue

I wondered if a town called home,

would call to me instead

and be a place where I'd return

and paint in shades of red

I'd love to make a life with you in reruns from the past,

walk along and not ahead

with hope to make it last

But time has changed the place I knew

or maybe it changed me;

misty dreams and lofty plans,

in endings we can't see

Many times I close my eyes

as if I want to test,

the town I visit in my mind

and one remembered best;

by seven tons of steel,

rocking it out west

and gently lulling through the night

the dreams I lay to rest.