MUSIC FOR SALE

Verse 1
There was an old weatherboard on a quiet country lane,
Where a little boy would wait for every passing train.
He knew the whistle's timing like the back of his small hand,
Counted every carriage rolling through that farming land.
Morning, noon and sunset, he never missed a day,
Each rumble through the valley would carry dreams away.
He'd smile and wave at strangers though they never knew his name,
Life was measured by the rhythm of each passing train.

Chorus
I counted every whistle, every wheel upon the rail,
Every lonely echo drifting through the creek and vale.
But one day silence found me where the iron tracks had been,
And a boy learned life can change between what was and might have been.
Some hearts are broken early, some scars will remain,
Sometimes the road that calls you... starts with a missing train.

Verse 2
That afternoon was different, no whistle filled the sky,
He watched the old clock ticking as the hours wandered by.
With trembling hands he told them, "Something just ain't right.
That train should have been here before the falling of the night."
The news came like a thunder rolling through the town,
At the Kendall River crossing, that train had gone down.
Twenty-eight souls were taken before help could reach the scene,
And nothing ever looked the way it always used to seem.

Chorus
I counted every whistle, every wheel upon the rail,
Every lonely echo drifting through the creek and vale.
But one day silence found me where the iron tracks had been,
And a boy learned life can change between what was and might have been.
Some hearts are broken early, some scars will always remain,
Sometimes the road that calls you... starts with a missing train.

Bridge
Years rolled by like boxcars disappearing 'round the bend,
But that little boy remembered those he'd never get to mend.
So he wore another uniform with courage in his eyes,
Running toward the heartbreak while the world was running wide.
Every breath he helped recover, every hand he held through pain,
Was a promise to the people from that long-forgotten train.