Trains
It calls out in the last hours of the night
A lonely cry searching in the darkness
Unable to find its love it wails to the moon
And deep inside the heart knows its pain
The haunting sound resonates within
Waking feelings that fain sleep
Stirring salty tears of recognition
Until at last the cry grows faint in the night
On to other towns and crossings and ears
Blowing its lonely whistle to attentive hearts
The train continues on down the line