I'm clearing snow off the tracks
I'm writing letters back home
Do the boys ever notice
How long you've been alone?
The station seems so far back
I'm nothing but a mountain range
I'm nothing but a broken promise
I'm nothing but a worried mind
There'll be no mail train this year
This valley used to have a clear path
The engine used to have some coal
I take warmth in the ashes
And the men who still have hope
I haven't spoken since the first snow
I haven't finished writing to you
Haven't lost track of lost time
I haven't told you the truth