Lyrics

If only this train was bound for glory
If only this heart was made of gold
If only these words could tell the story
Of the kid that kept from getting old

But these pages will burn and blow away
And their ashes will turn to stone and clay

If only this train was bound for glory
If only these eyes could see it plain
The dust that settles in the early morning
Will be buried by the evening rain

But these pages will burn and blow away
And their ashes will turn to stone and clay

Nothing is carved in stone
Nothing is carved in stone
Nothing is carved in stone
Nothing is carved in stone
Nothing is carved in stone
Nothing is carved in stone

© 2018 Joel Van Horne