Blue Train
Blue Train
Another day is ending
And I remember when
My world came falling down
Out there the stars stopped dancing
Lost in my darkness now
The rain keeps falling down
Light of my life, where have you gone?
Love's true flame dies without the warmth of your sun
Here comes a blue train rolling
Across my heart it crawls
The rain still pouring down
Another day it scares me
A little later maybe
Love will roll around
Light of my life, where have you gone?
Love's true flame dies without the warmth of your sun
I've been waiting on the corner
Yeah, I've been waiting for your sign to be found
I've been waiting on the corner
I've been waiting for your sign now
Oh now
Light of my life, where have you gone?
Love's true flame dies without the warmth of your sun
So you know the blue train go
It carry my heart and my soul
Whistle blowing - blue train rolling
Carry my darkness all around
Whistle blowing - blue train rolling
Carry my heart away
I've been waiting on the corner
I've been wishing for a sign now
I've been waiting on the corner
I've been waiting for your sign, now, oh
Whistle blowing - blue train going
Calling across my mind now
I've been standing on the corner
I've been waiting for your sign now
Hear the blue train, hear the blue train
It's the blue train rolling
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posted by Jonas | 1/22/2009 12:19:00 AM
8 Comments:
Lovely and melacnholy poem. This and the previous post together - sounds like you are in a mournful place and I'm sorry.
As Freddie said...
Empty spaces - what are we living for
Abandoned places - I guess we know the score
On and on, does anybody know what we are looking for
Another hero, another mindless crime
Behind the curtain, in the pantomime
Hold the line, does anybody want to take it anymore
The show must go on
The show must go on
Inside my heart is breaking
My make-up may be flaking
But my smile still stays on
Whatever happens, I'll leave it all to chance
Another heartache, another failed romance
On and on, does anybody know what we are living for
I guess I'm learning, I must be warmer now
I'll soon be turning, round the corner now
Outside the dawn is breaking
But inside in the dark I'm aching to be free
The show must go on
The show must go on
Inside my heart is breaking
My make-up may be flaking
But my smile still stays on
My soul is painted like the wings of butterflies
Fairytales of yesterday will grow but never die
I can fly - my friends
The show must go on
The show must go on
I'll face it with a grin
I'm never giving in
On - with the show -
I'll drop the bill, I'll overkill
I have to find the will to carry on
On with the -
On with the show -
The show must go on
Thought I would stop by and visit Jonas ... I don't have to deal with the sub-zero temps you are talking about in earlier posts, we think its really cold around here when it gets down to 20 degrees, which makes us a bunch of rookies, don't it?
J~~ Your time out is over...come out of the corner.....Please look for some joy?
Love Page and Plant though!
Love Plant's ethereal voice...reminds me of an overcast day at the beach. I believe grief is a journey that must be gotten through....and experienced. As long as it takes, my friend. Be good.
what is one to really say to the voice given to a heart's agony...something we all come to know with varying degrees of intimacy over a lifetime...a temptation perhaps to encourage you to open your eyes to new beginnings around you...knowing all too well that inside of my own personal agonies how useless these words really have felt though offered from the best of intentions and from that place of helplessness that often times makes others flee for the fear that if they stay around it too long it might become contagious...
if it can provide you any glimmer of comfort or perhaps even just a momentary connection to know that the words and pain you share have been, and are, felt and experienced by others then that is all i can really hope to provide by publishing it...for the only relief i have found is in giving...in creating my art...and in opening...always opening...deeper and deeper to experience...
Time will continue to flow, Jonas, and with it, your grief will lose its edge, its sharpness. It will always be there but the pain will retreat.
In the meantime, get yourself to your local shelter and get a cat or a dog to live with you.... it is long past time for that.
Truly wonderful and much appreciated commentary. Thank you all!
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