Words

Black train comin’
Rolling round a turn
Smokestack color
Teaching coal to burn
All of the fear that exists in your mind
All of the doubt that is robbing you blind
Wake from your sleep and we’ll put them all in line
This time

Black train comin’
Rollin round the turn
Nightfall burning
Hateful sprit never learns
All of the fear that is breaking you down
Love cannot breathe and it can’t make a sound
Put your ear to the track
The time is coming round
Right now

I want to see it all
Just for what it is
Just for what it is
And I want
To feel everything that you feel
To see everything that you see
To know I’ve done all I can

• 1. The Great Divide
• 2. Please