My Father’s Father

I hear something hanging on the wind I see black smoke up around the bend I've got my ticket and I'm going to go Home The leaves have changed a time or two Since the last time the train came through I've got my ticket and I'm going to go Home My father's father's blood is on the tracks A sweet refrain drifts in from the past I've got my ticket and I'm going to go Home The winding roads that led me here Burn like coal and dry like tears So here's my hope, my tired soul Here's my ticket, I want to go Home Home Home