On the other side
Of those rusted tracks
Nobody sees
The people looking back
...
Let's go back to the walnut grove
Back to the place I once called home
To the time it was you and me
Standing under the walnut tree
...
Rusted Tracks
On the other side
Of those rusted tracks
Nobody sees
The people looking back
They're all older
We're still young
They seem to know
The train has already come
But we're still waiting
Still so naive
Playing tag and catch
Dreaming of the life we plan to achieve
They watch us closely
With grimaces and grins
As if they know
Our secrets and sins
The train rushes by
We stop and stare
And gaze in awe
At the children playing, unaware
I find my face
Across the tracks
But I don't see me
Looking back