Half a refrain line, not sure what you call this. I know it sounds like Bob Seger’s Turn the Page. What do you do about that? I will come up with something else but this is the music for now.
one forty five in the morning, city is bedded down
one hundred ten car coal train lumberin across the other side of town
up to let the puppy out, hear it rumble low
one hundred forty three tons per car, that diesel’s got a load.
put the pup back to bed, stumble to my own
the diesel’s working overtime, wheels are rollin slow
puts thunder in the firmaments and also down below
one hundred ten car coal train goin as fast as it can go.
No matter how I try to sleep, thought’s brewing in my brain
makes a home in the back, but comes to the front once again
That coal train makes that trip fourteen times a day.
one hundred ten car coal train announcin it’s refrain.
never give it the time of day when there is light of day
Not a notice that it’s present when other sounds are in the way.
Funny thing about quiet, don’t notice when it’s gone.
One hundred ten car coal train rumblin along.
Puppy’s settled down, joins the city in it’s sleep
Still hear that coal train lumbering as I pray my soul to keep
breathing slowing down I’ll join the city soon
one hundred ten car coal train rollin under light of moon.
coal provides a contrast, black converts to light
trees from an ancient time, traveling to their plight
From birds lighting in their branches to a fire burning bright
one hundred ten car coal train whispers in the night.
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