Meandering the dusty trails of the memories in my mind
Visions pass of what I left behind
With every turn, I feel your silent burn
Burning to my ear's delight
In my cornrowed emotions, they grow the way that I feel
You've crop circled patterns in my field
Circular they grow, they chill me to my soul
They always have, you know they always will
When your hand of sound is resting on my crown
It's a flood of ecstasy
And vibrations you spoke fluttered by in a note
Planted on a distant plane
And through a thousand years you've been with me here
And all my fears, all my tears, you've been here to wash away
Following the rhythm of the wheels and the whistle's rusty chime
Through the fields of thorns and Kudzu vines
Standing on the track with the smoke blowing black
From the engine on the train of time
You said, "Hop on the caboose and we'll go for a little spin"
I never made it back to that place again
You spotted me my toll with a dollar made of gold
On a thousand year locomotive sprint
When your hand of sound is resting on my crown
It's a flood of ecstasy
And vibrations you spoke fluttered by in a note
Planted on a distant plane
And through a thousand years you've been with me here
And all my fears, all my tears, you've been here to wash away
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Meandering the dusty trails of the memories in my mind
Visions pass of what I left behind
With every turn, I feel your silent burn
Burning to my ear's delight
In my cornrowed emotions, they grow the way that I feel
You've crop circled patterns in my field
Circular they grow, they chill me to my soul
They always have, you know they always will
When your hand of sound is resting on my crown
It's a flood of ecstasy
And vibrations you spoke fluttered by in a note
Planted on a distant plane
And through a thousand years you've been with me here
And all my fears, all my tears, you've been here to wash away
Following the rhythm of the wheels and the whistle's rusty chime
Through the fields of thorns and Kudzu vines
Standing on the track with the smoke blowing black
From the engine on the train of time
You said, "Hop on the caboose and we'll go for a little spin"
I never made it back to that place again
You spotted me my toll with a dollar made of gold
On a thousand year locomotive sprint
When your hand of sound is resting on my crown
It's a flood of ecstasy
And vibrations you spoke fluttered by in a note
Planted on a distant plane
And through a thousand years you've been with me here
And all my fears, all my tears, you've been here to wash away
Visions pass of what I left behind
With every turn, I feel your silent burn
Burning to my ear's delight
In my cornrowed emotions, they grow the way that I feel
You've crop circled patterns in my field
Circular they grow, they chill me to my soul
They always have, you know they always will
When your hand of sound is resting on my crown
It's a flood of ecstasy
And vibrations you spoke fluttered by in a note
Planted on a distant plane
And through a thousand years you've been with me here
And all my fears, all my tears, you've been here to wash away
Following the rhythm of the wheels and the whistle's rusty chime
Through the fields of thorns and Kudzu vines
Standing on the track with the smoke blowing black
From the engine on the train of time
You said, "Hop on the caboose and we'll go for a little spin"
I never made it back to that place again
You spotted me my toll with a dollar made of gold
On a thousand year locomotive sprint
When your hand of sound is resting on my crown
It's a flood of ecstasy
And vibrations you spoke fluttered by in a note
Planted on a distant plane
And through a thousand years you've been with me here
And all my fears, all my tears, you've been here to wash away
Writer: Woodrow King
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