Out there in a sea of lights. And strangers rushing in the night. I'm lonesome for a time. . When I had you and felt complete. And then you sailed away from me.
On a trading path, through the Carolinas. Used by Indians who braved the wind and rain. They settled down beside the raging waters. And they worked the land until the white men came.
She kept the beds made and stayed there all alone. Washed her clothes and hung them out to dry. Did things the same old way and though her kids were gone.
That sad old train. Sleepin' on an old rusty track. She was from another time. Gone with the wind like the smoke from that old stack. . She brought smiles and wavin' hands.
I used to cry over you. I lost my heart and there was nothin' I could do. I couldn't smile when you would leave. If you were mad I couldn't find the strength to breathe.
When I was young, my grandma lived two hours away. When I first learned to write, I had a lot to say. I wrote her a letter every week. She couldnt wait to get them, she couldnt wait to see.