Hell Miss This Train

Em

Em
He started in the morning, arrived just in time
         D                                              Em
Met some friends at the station, for to ride the narrow line
Took a seat in the diner, made small talk with them all
       D                                               Em
Took a drink from the waiter, heard the last conductor call
   G
He seen the long dress of a woman on his right
        D                               Em
She was reading from the bible, she was basking in the light
For a moment he thought he'd hear the words she couldn't keep inside
             D                                              Em
He looked in vain all around him, but there was no place to hide

                Am
Gotta miss this train
                                     Em
Running from behind, he'll miss this train
                                     D
Running out of time, he'll miss this train
                                       Em     B  Em
Walking down the line, he'll miss this train

Em
She said, "All my friends are millionaires", and her lips were small and thin
        D                                              Em
And she held him with these words as her eyes began to spin
"My lover is an angel, each day we give our praise
       D                                             Em
To the glory of his goodness and the richness of our days"
     G
"But you will never know him, unless you ride this train
     D                                    Em
That seeks the pure and righteous for the glory of his name"
And with this she clasped an amulet that hung above her breast
        D                                        Em
And she felt a tiny glory as the train continued west

                Am
Gotta miss this train
                                     Em
Running from behind, he'll miss this train
                                     D
Running out of time, he'll miss this train
                                       Em     B  Em
Walking down the line, he'll miss this train

Em
He became distracted, to the window he turned his eyes
       D                                                  Em
To the desert all around him and the blue that filled its skies
Cactus with its arms arose to pull him away
           D                                              Em
There were stones that shine like jewels, flying birds of prey
G
Nothing ever called to him as the sun was burning bright
    D                             Em
And all the desert creatures were hiding from the light
And the woman safely sleeping, with her book she'd made a nest
       D                                                      Em
And he knew he'd have to leave there or his heart would never rest

                Am
Gotta miss this train
                                     Em
Running from behind, he'll miss this train
                                     D
Running out of time, he'll miss this train
                                       Em     B  Em
Walking down the line, he'll miss this train

Em
He jumped out the window, the sun was burning red
    D                                          Em
And all he saw was desert and the bones of its dead
He reached out to touch them and to lift them from the sand
     D                                            Em
They looked like angels, when he held them in his hand
       G
All at once he tried to board again, barbed wire cut his feet
    D                                  Em
But all he saw was empty track and the rising of the heat
So he ran for a hundred miles until he came to a mountain town
             D                                           Em
Where he was told by a conductor that he best just turn around

                Am
Gotta miss this train
                                     Em
Running from behind, he'll miss this train
                                     D
Running out of time, he'll miss this train
                                            Em     B  Em
Many walking down the line, he'll miss this train

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