The Mail Train
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
Writer/s: Michael Andrew Betmanis
