Southbound Train sing and play along

I'm sitting on a southbound train,

It's staring at the sky.

I'm thinking of my childhood, one and I'm trying not to cry.

While a stranger sleeps against me

and it feels like I'm his wife,

the towns and cities flutter past like the pages of my life.

My heart is on the baggage rack.

It's heavy as can be.

I wish that I could find some ger and to carry it for me,

But to pay it some attention,

and to handle it with care,

be towns and cities flutter past like the pages of my life.

My cause it has been dropped and is in need of some repair.

Some things I know.

Some things I guess.

Some things I wish that I could learn to express,

like the way that I feel

as I stare at the sky and remember your voice and the sound

of goodbye.

Ah, ah, ah,

ah.

of goodbye.