Crossing

ts a train with an ending, Its a train painted red Its an escort to the heavens for those pronounced dead The doorways a bit shoddy The front lamp has gone dim But the train will keep moving destined to stop again You cant see the tracks laid Or the fare that has been paid But the depot has a candle that's burning bright with flame Alighting all the pathways that on the ground are same Its a train with an ending Its a train painted red Patrons of this town gaze wondering where its been Thinking to themselves about their long lost friends Glimpsing thru the windows seeing passengers on the train Realizing the moments come to wave goodbye again Its a train with an ending Its a train painted red Years may pass as the attendant knows Before again this train whistle blow The proud attendant standing by Has a box full of tissue for those who cry