The Railway

The sound of thunder wake me from my sleep
and restore me from my dream
i turn my gaze to the outside i see the glass of window wind by the rain
i take my bottle of whyskey
paint with me this lonely journey
blowing smoke cigarrete bring my tought drift away
i sit in this queite carriege
time seem to freeze inside of me
only the train horn and sound of frequence wheel
breaking the silent of the night
i see an old lady on the otherside
she hold a bibel in her hand
when she look at me i can feel
theres a warm in her smile
remind me of my mother
rearings all the pieces of memorie of my home
this train run trough the night
as if taking me out of my pass
return to the land of my bird
back where i started all over again
and then i drink my whyskey again
till the last droop flow in my blood
wondering if there a devil
that hovering looking for a place in my mind
i grab his tail and slam into the ground
crack his head with the bottle in my hand
breaking his wings and crush his bond
it’s seem so fun: D
i think it’s time to go back to reality
then i light my cigarrete
i move up from my sitdown the useles
in the train to the next carriege
i fell the night wind hit my face
as i face beside the door
heavy rain has change drizle
i stand there and look at the dark cloud
it’s seem run away from me
like the shadow of my face
i hate let it pass «let it pass»
this train run trough the night
a long with thousand longing in my heart
to smell the air and feel a warm
when my feet planing on my land
talk again bout the beauty
of all the old story
singing again about the wonderful
memories of love