Way back over the passing years To the house I barely yet
remember Up in the attic the trains ran frantic Round
and round you and me my father And there you smiled at
me With that look on your face Like a stranger in a
foreign land And yet somehow the trains spoke with a
voice We both could understand
Time passed quickly
and soon the attic Left behind and how the track soon
rusted The words all broken or lost the trains All put
away forgotten or discarded And silence filled the
void Where once stations had been And so the years
carried on And everyday you moved further away But now
that you are gone
Don't walk slowly to that choir of
angels Don't hang your head in shame Don't ask
yourself what might have been It's different now The
slate's wiped clean It's over now So don't walk slowly
to that choir of angels And don't hang your head in
shame Don't ask but know That when the night is still
and clear When I hark back across the years It's not
the lies and the shouts I hear It's the trains