"Eastboundtrain" genre: Folk
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	CD: Coffee House Rounds   Label: Eastboundtrain Productions Credits: Beth Miller, music and lyrics
	Story Behind the Song I love train travel and have made the treck from coast to coast more then once - Something unmatched about altered space, and beautiful countryside always changing. "Fare foreward, travellers, not escaping from the past/ Into different lives, or any future;/ You are not the same people who left that station/ Or who will arrive at any terminal while the narrowing rails slide together behind you." (T.S. Eliot) Lyrics Eastboundtrain I 'm sitting on this train Flipping through a magazine Looking at the trees that pass me by Wondering where I 've been I take this scribble out of my wrinkled pocket I remember where I was when I thought that touching you Was peeling the small sweet orange And kissing you was all of my imaginings Years and different dreams ago I 'm sitting on this train In the company of memories A duffel bag of dirty laundry The old guitar you gave me And I think how I hardly ever stay here I think how I hardly ever stay here anymore It 's been a while since I 've seen these old trees standing in the center of these open fields I 'm struck by how they stand alone It makes me wonder if they ever get lonely It makes me wonder if they ever get lonely Now I am back on this train I 'm traveling away from here I always hate to say goodbye Always have been one for tears I guess the train is just the place for longings and wonderings Of everybody going from there to here Now I 'm back on this train I 'm traveling away from here I always hate to say goodbye Always have been one for tears I guess the train is just the place for longings and wonderings Of everybody going from there to here It makes me wonder of they ever get lonely Makes me wonder do you ever get lonely Makes me wonder do you ever think of me anymore I 'm sitting on this train Flipping through a magazine Looking at the trees that pass me by And wondering where I 've been Copyright Beth Miller 2002

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