Train Long Gone

Gone -

Well I hate how that word rattles all around in this room

Alone -

Well his memory's so strong I can sweep it up with a broom

Tears -

If I shed any more I'm afraid they might wear out my face

Clear -

Yes it's clear to me now that his love can never be replaced

Because, love may be gone but never forgotten

His memory won't leave you alone

And the, train may be long gone from the station

But you, still hear the whistle moan

Still hear the whistle moan