Side Tracked

Side Tracked
Copyright 2007 M.N. McCauley


In Summer time, not that long ago, from bended knee I said baby please don’t go.
Since that day my heart wore a frown as I picked up the pieces of my kingdoms broken crown.
Like a railroad man who missed his train.
I’m side tracked and only I’m to blame.
I need to throw the switch, hit the main line.
Build up some steam and make the sparks fly oh yeah.

She said; here’s your ticket would you like couch
I said put me up front so I can smell the smoke.
Seat me where I can feel the breeze so the raindrops and my tears can intercede.
I know the tracks. I know the scene.
It’s not my first trip on this train.
You are like a cinder in my eye. You can’t hurt me I was born with all this pain.

While others travel on the main line.
This baggage sits on the sidetrack of my mind.
Someday I’ll build up steam, get out of here, and make a big scene.
Highball thorough the yard, spinning wheels, and making sparks.
I need to make the break and live the dream or be a Casey Jones;
Scalded on my on steam.

In Summer time not long ago, from bended knee I said baby please don’t go.
She left on the high noon train as the whistle blew in a pouring rain.
I’m standing with a lantern in my hand that I did not wave now I’m side tracked again.
People stare; they don’t have a clue. I’m left here just singing the blues oh yeah.