Slow Train

It’s the story of the ages
Don’t mind the failures that I’m making
So many secrets in the garden
Watching teachers growing old
It’s a long line across a river
Crossing bridges, meeting strangers
Swapping stories about the old folks
Epic tales to be told
Empty tables
She’s out the window
On the twelfth day
Of September
It’s a long, hard road
And It’s a slow train, slow train
My Grandfather left me a song
In his letters I have read
I promise I will pass him on
Tales of long ago
Slowly breaking through the layers
I’m a long way from where it started
And I can feel it
Things are getting better
Slow train, Slow train
That gets there