The Late Night Amtrak
For years I have wondered where that late night Amtrak goes.
As I sit here and wonder, as the whistle blows,
Coming through, the whistle says, as the train roll on.
Right on time, the train sings its song.
Maybe someday I will ride that train.
Maybe someday I will ride another,
but what I do know, one I will ride,
maybe both, yet for sure the one to Glory Brother.
by Lewis Findley
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