Somewhere Bound

Twilight time the train would pass our Sampson Village farm
Twelve-years-old, a pale of slop for hogs in both my arms
Same scene each and every night, here the whistle, see the lights
Pause my labor, stand stock still and wonder at the sight

Silhouettes just moving through the evening
No idea that I was looking on
In moments they’d be somewhere else
I’d be working in the same field come the dawn
Were they happy, were they sad, were they lonesome?
Like I was when I’d hear the whistle sound
How long would it be, ’til the world I could see?
How long ’til I was somewhere bound?
How long ’til I was somewhere bound?

Slop the pigs and milk the cows, curry horses, suppertime
Those passengers still traveling on, further down the line
Then lay down on the straw tick, tin roof lullaby in rain
And wish I was a-riding on that Norfolk-Western train

Silhouettes just moving through the evening
No idea that I was looking on
In moments they’d be somewhere else
I’d be working in the same field come the dawn
Were they happy, were they sad, were they lonesome?
Like I was when I’d hear the whistle sound
How long would it be, ’til the world I could see?
How long ’til I was somewhere bound?
How long ’til I was somewhere bound?
How long ’til I was somewhere bound?