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Train Chasing
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Train Chasing è stato pubblicato il 13 marzo 2025 da Independent come parte dell'album The Cave
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Data di uscita13 marzo 2025
EtichettaIndependent
LinguaEnglish
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM106

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mark Travlin
Mark Travlin
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mark Travlin
Mark Travlin
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mark Travlin
Mark Travlin
Producer

Testi

Out in the desert, where the skies run wide,
I parked my camper where the trains collide
Steel wheels humming, a lonesome sound,
Echoes rolling over sacred ground
The sun dips low, paints the canyon red,
I send my drone up, where the eagles tread
Chasing the rhythm of the iron horse,
A fleeting dance, a magnetic force
Oh, I'm train chasing, through the open air,
Flying beside them, like I'm right there
Through the canyons, where the spirits roam,
Arizona's beauty calls me to roam
In Kingman's shadow, where the dust blows free,
I heard the whistle, calling out to me
The tracks they shimmer in the moonlight's glow,
A river of steel in the valley below
My drone's a shadow, keeping pace with the train,
Dancing with freedom, through the vast domain
The world slows down, as the engines roar,
A fleeting moment, I can't ask for more
Oh, I'm train chasing, through the open air,
Flying beside them, like I'm right there
Through the canyons, where the spirits roam,
Arizona's beauty calls me to roam
The stars come out, like a thousand eyes,
Watching the desert where the train still flies
I'm just a wanderer, with a heart untamed,
Chasing the echoes of the tracks unnamed
In Kingman, the rails tell a story old,
Of pioneers bold, and the dreams they sold
I fly my drone, through the twilight's hue,
A modern dreamer, in a timeless view
The train rolls on, to the horizon's end,
But the memories linger, like an old friend
Arizona nights, where the magic stays,
I'll chase these trains through endless days
Oh, I'm train chasing, through the open air,
Flying beside them, like I'm right there
Through the canyons, where the spirits roam,
Arizona's beauty calls me to roam
Written by: Mark Womack
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