writer/artist (acoustic/electric/eclectic)
Lyrics
They stood at the door, Nothin left to say
But stare out at, The pourin rain
All he took, Was the clothes on his back
It hurt to touch, One thing they had
He was her dream, So it's a mystery
Her love was racin like a locomotive down the tracks
Turnin them rails white hot, Drivin him mad
Blazin through the country side, Sparks flyin like Fourth of July
That's what they shared
Like a fast rollin train, Her love faded away
To late to start again, He just wants to
Make it, Round the bend
He prays, One mornin he'll find
That the, Sun still shines
Even in his dreams, One of them leaves
Her love was racin like a locomotive down the tracks
Turnin them rails white hot, Drivin him mad
Blazin through the country side, Sparks flyin like Fourth of July
That's what they shared
Like a fast rollin train, Her love faded away
She sits in the dark
And she's haunted
That feelin back
Is all she wanted
Her love was racin like a locomotive down the tracks
Turnin them rails white hot, Drivin him mad
Blazin through the country side, Sparks flyin like Fourth of July
That's what they shared
Her love faded away
Like a fast rollin train, Her love faded away
Like a fast rollin train, Her love faded away
Copyright 2012 John Lobello
