Black Train

I’m standing on the station, waiting for the train, wondering where my life is going and if there’s a plan.

I hear the whistle blowing, and I’m a traveling man. Moving down the track at speed, I’m a hot pool of need.

Ch Waiting for the Black Train, carry me far away. Waiting for the Black Train, I hope I find myself one day.

The wind and rain can’t phase me, I’m always on the rail. I see life’s stations flashing by, I spend my time asking why.
I see the signals waving, and I’m a great dark man. Coming to a town ahead, I’m feeling coming dread.

Ch mid 8 verse double ch end.