The Train Behind My House
You used to shake the ground
And the walls around my house
But I found comfort in the sound
And though you're just as loud
I barely hear you now
You're like the train behind my house
I used to kiss the ground
You walked behind my house
But now there's dust in my mouth
I used to know your word
Believed the things I'd heard
But sometimes, Lord, it seems absurd
Take off your shoes
This is holy ground
Take off your shoes
And walk the rusty rails behind my house
Writer/s: Kenneth Paul Boothby
