Создатели

ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
Claire Martin
Claire Martin
Ведущий вокал
Joe Locke
Joe Locke
Вибрафон
Niklas Fernqvist
Niklas Fernqvist
Контрабас
Daniel Fredriksson
Daniel Fredriksson
Барабаны
Martin Sjöstedt
Martin Sjöstedt
Фортепиано
James McMillan
James McMillan
Ударные инструменты
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Mark Winkler
Mark Winkler
Автор песен
Greg Gordon Smith
Greg Gordon Smith
Автор песен
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
James McMillan
James McMillan
Продюсер

Слова

[Intro]
On the train, the porters hustled and the businessmen talked big
Read their papers, and smoked their cigars
The sun was going down as she hurried to her seat
But she could still see the billows of smoke from the train following the boxcar
Curling 'round the track like an angry black tail
Until it too was swallowed up by the ink of night
Soon, the train was quiet as it raced through the sand and the dust and the dark
[Instrumental]
She was traveling on a train
In the desert close to midnight
Taking in the tumbleweeds
And the cactus terrain
She was traveling on a train
Traveling on a train
[Verse 1]
There was something in her hand
And she hid it from the dim light
It could free her from the regret and the pain
Something in her hand on this train
And the sad whistle blew
And the tracks clicked underneath her too
Clickity-clack, clickity-clack
[Verse 2]
And the memories grew and exploded in her brain
An ugly man, he held her down, she couldn't fight
And his sweat fell like hot drops of rain
She was sure what to do
'Cause only she and God and the coyotes knew
[Instrumental]
He was traveling on this train
Couple rows ahead and to the right
And near his heart bloomed a crimson stain
He missed his stop on the train
In a rare desert rain
She got off and never looked back
At the train in the desert, clickity-clack
On the train in the desert, clickity-clack
On the train in the desert
On the train in the desert
[Outro]
The porters hustled and the businessmen talked big
Written by: Greg Gordon Smith, Mark Winkler
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