Lyrics

Freight train’s in the distance, hear that whistle blow
See it slipping like a serpent beneath the sunset glow
Further out the clouds are building up a storm
Throwing bolts of lightning, they say it’s gonna pour
And someone’s calling someone, I can hear the neighbor’s ring
But no one’s calling me

I turn up all the lamps like a lighthouse on the bay
And tip an empty bottle to another lonely day
Off the porch in the clover beyond the throw of light
Fireflies are blinking the coming of the night
Like a thousand tiny torches on a broken down marquee
No one’s calling me

That train knows where it’s going
If you make it back around
I’ll be sitting in the porch light
On the lonely side of town

Closer now, the clouds, it’s really gonna
It’s rumbling with thunder like the coming of the Lord
And someone’s calling someone, can almost hear the choir sing
But no one’s calling me, no one’s calling me