Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Night Train, artist - The Accidentals.
Date of issue: 06.05.2021
Song language: English
Night Train |
The sun was a half-dollar coin in the November sky |
The porter, he helped me to drag my old suitcase inside |
My friends shook their heads and said it was faster to fly |
But every compatriot climbing on after had all made the same choice as mine |
I’m on the night train, see this land for a change |
Gardens in the backyards, a far mountain range |
I’m taking my time, I’ll stay on this line to the end of the track |
And watch the sun rise maybe two or three times before I come back |
From breadlines to cafes, the buildings have worn over time |
For every American dreamer, a mountain to climb |
Orchards and fields and the harvest from April to frost |
Men forging steel into bridges their children would cross |
The rusty old combines and factories rose from the past |
And history fell in the shadows that each of them cast |
From Memphis to Denver I thought of my grandmother’s hands |
Pressing that fifty-cent piece in my palm, saying «Take this as far as you can» |
I’m on the night train, see this land for a change |
Gardens in the backyards, a far mountain range |
I’m taking my time, I’ll stay on this line to the end of the track |
And watch the sun rise maybe two or three times before I come back |
My helpless uncertainty, let it slide off of me |
Hope in the city streets shiny and hungry |
One with each other, the daughters the mothers |
The good and the evil are just regular people |
Deep down I know I’m still fanning the flames just by |
Trying to find the right person to blame |
Cause it’s easier putting a face to your fear than a name |
The half-dollar coin in the sky shines with Kennedy’s call |
A cold war continues but now it’s inside of us all |
Silence surrounds us, we’re waiting for morning to come |
The train is still rolling, the bridge is still holding, and there is still |
work to be done |
I’m on the night train, the skyline in sight |
We’re passing the salvage yard, into the morning light |
I’m taking my time, this country of mine, we’ll get it on track |
We’ll watch the sun rise maybe two or three times as we come back |
We’ll watch the sun rise maybe two or three times as we come back |