Lyrics The Train - Ben Shaw

Always will I remember you like this
Summer's bliss upon your lips
Standing in the haze of your wildflower gaze

All we have is the engine of time
Conductor strolls down the aisle
Ticket's blank, destination unknown

Ain't got nothing against Saint Peter
Hell only knows if I'll meet her
But if I do, I'll pull out a smoke and ask her for a light

(A) picture's worth a thousand rhymes
If you ain't the painter, you ain't got a dime
Living ain't easy for those who don't put up a fight

Ain't got nothing against Saint Peter
Hell only knows if I'll meet her
But if I do, I'll lean in real close and offer to stay the night

Some take the road while others follow the path