For years I've tried to leave this poor man's valley On a train that's on its way to richer ground Where rivers never overflow and dreams cannot be drowned But the train never stops at our town.
I'd like to buy a mansion for my darling On a way upon a mountain look it down I know there's a restless goal up there just waitin' to be found But the train never stops at our town.
Failure has to find something to blame And the only thing that's left is that old frame The darkness of the night catches me crying A whistle soon will blow a lonesome sound.
A spark of hope becomes a flame Each time the train slows down But the train never stops at our town That old train never stops at our town...