Written by Kyle Mitts
Open boxcar pulled along the track.
Scenery passing by.
You're not going back.
Time again you hear the rails clack.
Ties beneath you,
Never get no slack.
I hear the train a comin'.
It's carrying you.
To a land beyond,
A land that's new.
I hear the train a comin'.
The whistle blows.
You're riding it.
Wherever it goes.
Life's train.
Destination lies wherever it will.
You hitched a ride.
You're staying until,
The train you're on meets the end of time.
Stations vague,
You travel the line.
I hear the train a comin'.
It's carrying you.
To a land beyond,
A land that's new.
I hear the train a comin'.
The whistle blows.
You're riding it.
Wherever it goes.
Life's train.
Train.
Do you hear the train?
Calling you,
Calling you.
Train.
Do you hear the train?
Beckoning.
Beckoning.
I hear the train a comin'.
It's carrying us.
To a land beyond,
A land that's new.
I hear the train a comin'.
The whistle blows.
We're riding it.
Wherever it goes.
Life's train.
Yeah, life's train.
