| I get carried along after midnight
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| In the sound of the train on the tracks
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| Where the rails run alongside the river
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| And the water can never come back
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| And the headlight is scanning the valley
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| As the valley runs South from town
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| And it wakes me where I have been sleeping
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| With my window shade pulled down
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| If my window’s a mile from the river
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| And if the engine sounds deep and low
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| Then how long 'till I feel any closer
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| To what’s rumbling in my soul?
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| How Long? |
| Feeling it every day
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| How Long? |
| It’s always a ways away
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| How deep is the river that’s flowing?
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| How strong is the pull downstream?
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| How far is the train engine going?
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| How long have I had the same dream?
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| Is there something that moves like a river
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| Is there something that pulls like a train
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| Is there something that rumbles in darkness
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| And I don’t even know it by name
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| Is there some way to measure the distance
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| Was it close to my heart all along
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| And what is the voice that keeps asking
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| How strong, how far, how long |