Latchford

It’s a long train to Latchford

When the path is just a river gone dry

And the whistle screams of heartache

When you’re blind to its lullaby

Pulled into Greenwood with a limp that wouldn’t give

From a broken home shoes full of stones

And a forgotten will to live

And I cursed his name as the one to blame

For the mess that I was in

‘Till a man with a hymn and a missing limb

Shared a smile from his face

And said:

It’s a long train to Latchford

When the path is just a river gone dry

And the whistle screams of heartache

When you’re blind to its lullaby

Rode through the prairies as I analyzed my fears

For the words of the wise seen through the eyes

That are cleansed by troubled tears

And the years of blame and self-inflicted pain

Was the state that I was in

Until a girl with a thin frame, pennies to her name

Offered half of all she had

And said:

It’s a long train to Latchford

When the path is just a river gone dry

And the whistle screams of heartache

When you’re blind to its lullaby