If you’ve ever been just north of Pune
You just might’ve boarded a train leaving someday
And you’d have been greeted by the sound
Of a man playing a sweet lullaby
It’s the Superfast Queen that he rides daily
And the trip that you might remember maybe
But its the way he just struck your heart
Steam blows through his harp straight to Mumbai
He talks to the people as you would’ve heard
Telling away though he’s never spoken a word
A story he’s tailored just for you
I should tell her to come down to Deccan
And he’s a reader of faces and figures akin
You just might have to take the truth on the chin
Whatever that means to you
She’s eighteen and oh so pretty
I found my own desire
A thousand miles away from home
Long lost beneath my prior life
It showed that she should be the one to be my own
As I ponder the lessons that were taught on a train
And as the car weaves its way through the midsummer rain
How does it all relate?
My mind pours as I wait for reason
Like a script they stole from a classic of love
I’d been stricken by a cliché from above
A revelation delivered through song
My station’s coming up not to long
I found my own desire
A thousand miles away from home
Long lost beneath my prior life
It showed that she should be the one to be my own
So now that I know that she is for me
Though I should probably question my own sanity
Is it the sticky air in this train?
The moist foiling my brain down in Deccan
But regardless of any bug that I’ve caught
I hope you’ll understand the train of my thought
Maybe you can say „hi“ from me
I wouldn’t dare to come back from Deccan
West Virginia country-folk singer-songwriter Trae Sheehan aims to find a balance between the traditional and the modern on his new LP. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 29, 2020