I can’t make out the peace train no more

Now I’ve been tormented lately, loosing sight of the good things to come. And I believe, it could be, that we’ve lost it forever--from this nothing good can come.

Oh I’ve been crying lately, seeing the world all broken. And I believe it could be, that my tears will run on.

I’m living here, on the edge of darkness and I don’t hear no peace train. Cause in this country you don’t remember it ever coming, you don’t have a home to go back to again.

Are you coming? coming? coming peace train? The noise of this war is so loud that I can’t hear your roar, and the smoke is so thick that I’ve never seen your tracks run ‘round, ‘round here.

I’ve been sobbing lately, your call too distant from my ear. The sound of the train is quite, does your line even run near?

I’ve lost more than you, I can’t see all the good things to come, and honestly? after days like these? I’m starting to believe that a darkness like this, will forever, carry on.

I have bags under my eyes. I’ve lost all my friends. Cause we’re still far from the station, we’re searching under every rock in the desert my friends and no peace train is coming near.

I’m trying to join the living, but they are far from view. The peace train is running further away from us and we seem never to know what to do.

Out on the edge of darkness? But here I am! Ready to ride your peace train, come, come, come to me my dear, so that the sight of you won’t slip away and I’ll never be able to return home to you again.

This piece is dedicated to my father, who helped me realize that I at least better recognize that there could be a peace train out there.