《Trains (2005 Digital Remaster)(2005 Digital Remaster)》歌词

[00:00:00] Trains (2005 Digital Remaster) - Al Stewart

[00:00:13] In the sapling years of the post war world

[00:00:16] In an English market town

[00:00:19] I do believe we travelled in schoolboy blue

[00:00:22] The cap upon the crown

[00:00:25] Books on knee

[00:00:27] Our faces pressed against the dusty railway carriage panes

[00:00:34] As all our lives went rolling on the clicking wheels of trains

[00:00:45] The school years passed like eternity

[00:00:47] And at last were left behind

[00:00:51] And it seemed the city was calling me

[00:00:54] To see what I might find

[00:00:57] Almost grown I stood before horizons made of dreams

[00:01:03] I think I stole a kiss or two while rolling on the clicking

[00:01:10] Wheels of trains

[00:01:17] Trains

[00:01:19] All our lives were a whistle stop affair

[00:01:22] No ties or chains

[00:01:25] Throwing words like fireworks in the air

[00:01:29] Not much remains

[00:01:32] A photograph in your memory

[00:01:34] Through the coloured lens of time

[00:01:38] All our lives were just a smudge of smoke against the sky

[00:01:49] The silver rails spread far and wide

[00:01:52] Through the nineteenth century

[00:01:55] Some straight and true some serpentine

[00:01:58] From the cities to the sea

[00:02:01] And out of sight

[00:02:04] Of those who rode in style there worked the military mind

[00:02:10] On through the night to plot and chart the twisting paths of

[00:02:15] Trains

[00:02:21] On the day they buried Jean Juarez

[00:02:25] World War One broke free

[00:02:27] Like an angry river overflowing

[00:02:31] Its banks impatiently

[00:02:33] While mile on mile

[00:02:36] The soldiers filled the railway stations arteries and veins

[00:02:42] I see them now go laughing on the clicking wheels of trains

[00:02:53] Trains

[00:02:55] Rolling off to the front

[00:02:57] Across the narrow Russian gauge

[00:03:01] Weeks turn into months

[00:03:04] And the enthusiasm wanes

[00:03:08] Sacrifices in seas of mud and still you don't know why

[00:03:14] All their lives are just a puff of smoke against the sky

[00:03:26] Then came surrender then came the peace

[00:03:29] Then revolution out of the east

[00:03:32] Then came the crash then came the tears

[00:03:35] Then came the thirties the nightmare years

[00:03:38] Then came the same thing over again

[00:03:41] Mad as the moon

[00:03:43] That watches over the plain

[00:03:47] Oh driven insane

[00:04:17] But oh what kind of trains are these

[00:04:20] That I never saw before

[00:04:23] Snatching up the refugees

[00:04:26] From the ghettoes of the war

[00:04:29] To stand confused

[00:04:31] With all their worldly goods beneath the watching guard's disdain

[00:04:38] As young and old go rolling on the clicking wheels of trains

[00:04:49] And the driver only does this job

[00:04:52] With vodka in his coat

[00:04:55] And he turns around and he makes a sign

[00:04:58] With his hand across his throat

[00:05:01] For days on end

[00:05:03] Through sun and snow the destination still remains the same

[00:05:10] For those who ride with death above the clicking wheels of trains

[00:05:21] Trains

[00:05:23] What became of the innocence

[00:05:25] They had in childhood games

[00:05:29] Painted red or blue

[00:05:31] When I was young they all had names

[00:05:36] Who'll remember the ones who only rode in them to die

[00:05:42] All their lives are just a smudge of smoke against the sky

[00:05:59] Now forty years have come and gone

[00:06:02] And I'm far away from there

[00:06:06] And I ride the Amtrak from NewYork City

[00:06:09] To Philadelphia

[00:06:11] And there's a man to bring you food and drink

[00:06:16] And sometimes passengers exchange

[00:06:20] A smile or two rolling on the humming wheels

[00:06:25] But I can't tell you if it's them

[00:06:28] Or if it's only me

[00:06:31] But I believe when they look outside

[00:06:34] They don't see what I see

[00:06:37] Over there

[00:06:39] Beyond the trees it seems that I can just make out the stained

[00:06:46] Fields of Poland calling out to all the passing trains

[00:06:57] Trains

[00:06:59] I suppose that there's nothing

[00:07:01] In this life remains the same

[00:07:05] Everything is governed

[00:07:08] By the losses and the gains

[00:07:12] Still sometimes I get caught up in the past I can't say why

[00:07:18] All our lives are just a smudge of smoke

[00:07:23] Or just a breath of wind against the sky