All Aboard

I can feel the wheels turning underneath my feet. As I pull the shade down on my window seat. Praying where I'm going is better than where I've been. Then a stranger sits down as if he's right at home. Touches me and says I see you're traveling alone. And by the way son, you forgot to say amen. He says I guess there's something here I need to explain. I try to talk to everyone riding this train. Some of them listen, but most don't pay me no mind. And the train keeps rolling and the world keeps turning. All aboard, all aboard, everybody's gotta get on board. Take that woman with the frown sitting across the aisle. With her briefcase open nigh on ninety miles. She never even noticed that lake back at Horseshoe Bend. And that couple with the kids at the front of the car. Fussing all the way about some cookie jar. I'm gonna ask them what they saw at their journey's end. And there's a fellow I left sitting in the back. Keeps a smile on his face through a paper sack. Looking out the window but he can't see past the pain. And the train keeps rolling, and the world keeps turning. All aboard, All aboard, everybody's gotta get on board. Then the train slows down unexpectedly. As I raise my blind he slaps my knee. Saying this is my stop son but you won't be traveling alone. I look out my window to wave him goodbye. But there's nobody there, just a light in the sky. I lose my breath and my blood runs cold as stone. Then I feel the wheels turning underneath my feet. But life looks different from my window seat. Knowing where I'm going is better than where I've been. And the train keeps rolling and the world keeps turning. All aboard, all aboard. Everybody's gotta get on board. I can feel the wheels a turnin' underneath my feet...