For years I've tried to leave this poor man's valley

On a train that's on its way to richer ground

Where rivers never overflow and dreams cannot be drowned

But the train never stops at our town.



I'd like to buy a mansion for my darling

On a way upon a mountain look it down

I know there's a restless goal up there just waitin' to be found

But the train never stops at our town.



Failure has to find something to blame

And the only thing that's left is that old frame

The darkness of the night catches me crying

A whistle soon will blow a lonesome sound.



A spark of hope becomes a flame

Each time the train slows down

But the train never stops at our town

That old train never stops at our town...