From the recording Songs From The Holiday, Vol. 1
James Hall, Eric McFadden
Lyrics
I’m not the kind who takes love lightly,
So, don’t you leave me, hanging on a wire,
You’re not a girl who takes the highway,
I’m not the first who stopped here for the night.
I’m riding that train, all the way to salvation,
Til I feel the wind, on my soul.
I’m taking that train, all the way to the station,
I ain’t stepping off, til I make it home.
Hand me down, those wings of ivory,
And I will give you my favorite coat,
And we’ll go wanderin’ in the midnight,
Where lonely souls, never grow old.
I’m riding that train, all the way to salvation,
Til I feel the wind, on my soul.
I’m taking that train, all the way to the station,
I ain’t stepping off, til I make it home.
I’m riding that train, all the way to salvation,
Til I feel the wind, on my soul.
I’m taking that train, all the way to the station,
I ain’t stepping off, til I make it home.
Home.