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Woman On A Train

Julia Wade

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Artist:
Julia Wade
Lyricist:
Peter Link
Genre:
Classical Crossover
,
Pop
Song Duration:
05:41

Lyrics

Woman on a Train
Music and Lyrics by Peter Link
Based on a story by Julia Wade

I met a woman on the train
Usually the conversation skirts the mundane
Usually I find a seat apart from all the people
But I can’t complain
About the night I met a woman on the train

I show her my Kindle on the train
She sits in rapt amazement while I explain
She admits to me she’s 83 and looks much younger
But I sense her pain
As the night rolls on behind us on the train

I tell her I sing every weekend
At a church in Boston
She confesses to being a Cath’lic
And that she finds me a little odd

She says she told her children
To go and find their own truth
I look into her eyes
And give my new/old friend a nod
She says, “Oh honey, we all are children of God”
Oh honey, we all are children of God

We talk a lifetime on the train
The veils of social prudence
No longer pertain
Funny how we open up so quick
To perfect strangers
But I can’t complain
All because we shared two lifetimes
On the train

I tell her of all my regrets
Of never raising children
She admits to her rash impatience
And that she should have spared the rod

We both look out the window
And accept our imperfections
I look into her eyes
And give my new/old friend a nod
She says, “Oh honey, we all are children of God”
Oh honey, we all are children of God

New York to Boston
Boston to New York
Trains have a way of putting a stop on time
No one grows any older on a train
A perfect stranger
Sleeps head on my shoulder
The sleeping train gets quiet
The car a little colder
Mile after mile
With her head upon my shoulder
And I dare not move a muscle
Lest she wake
This woman on a train

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