She Aint Coming Back -

I met her in the morning

By the railroad track

At the junction where the train heads north

She carried her world in an old leather sack

I guess she aint coming back

I tried to pursuade her

Through the steam and the rain

And the future that we held in our hands

She looked at me squarley

With a smile on her face

She was gonna catch that train

She was gonna catch that train

The rain was falling

The sun had gone

The clouds had hidden the view

I just keep recalling the good times we had

Awaiting here with nothing to do As the train started moving

And gathering pace

It disappeared into the night

I swear I could see through the steamed up pane

A hand wipe a tear from here eye

A hand wipe a tear from here eye