Tickets torn, a window seat
Rustling trees in tempo beat
We said less but meant so much
Your hand warm with morning touch
No announcement, no real plan
Just this ride and where we ran
Train to Evergreen, no map
But I’d ride again, perhaps
Even if the trail was wrong
You’re the journey in my song
Fields roll by, so soft, so green
Moments stitched in in-between
I write poems on the pane
While you sleep against the rain
If the tracks should ever bend
I would still begin again
Train to Evergreen, no map
But I’d ride again, perhaps
Even if the trail was wrong
You’re the journey in my song
Rustling trees in tempo beat
We said less but meant so much
Your hand warm with morning touch
No announcement, no real plan
Just this ride and where we ran
Train to Evergreen, no map
But I’d ride again, perhaps
Even if the trail was wrong
You’re the journey in my song
Fields roll by, so soft, so green
Moments stitched in in-between
I write poems on the pane
While you sleep against the rain
If the tracks should ever bend
I would still begin again
Train to Evergreen, no map
But I’d ride again, perhaps
Even if the trail was wrong
You’re the journey in my song