Chris Smither - Train home

^C/GTake a look inside, ^GI’ve got nothing left to hide, ^DmTake me as I am not what I want to ^Ambe. ^C/GThe why we’ll never know, ^GWe passed that long ago, ^DmIs and was is all we’re ever gonna ^Ambe.

^AmHe's almost shade, down by the river, ^AmFeels a breath that makes him shiver, ^AmTakes a breath and makes a dive a^E7lone. ^AmBut the dead don’t get no vacation, ^AmDown in that subway station, ^AmThe only break they take is to the ^E7bone. ^E7And they’re waiting on a train to take them ^Amhome. ^E7They’re waiting on a train to take them ^Amhome.

^C/GI don’t think I see, ^GMuch of anything for me, ^DmIn visions of the past or the ^Ameverafter. ^C/GNow is what can be, ^GAll the rest is wait and see, ^DmThose prophets never hear that cosmic ^Amlaughter.

^AmAnd gypsies in their wagons rolling, ^AmNever hear those death bells tolling, ^AmNever take no notice of the ^E7tone. ^AmBut I do, and my pulse beats quicker, ^AmScornful laughs and knowing snickers, ^AmStop my heart and sink it like a ^E7stone. ^E7Now I’m waiting on a train to take me ^A7home. ^E7Just waiting on a train to take me ^A7home.

^C/GThis ain’t what it seems, ^GAnd it’s not the stuff of dreams, ^DmNothing is as clear as this ^Amconfusion. ^C/GThe somewhat welcome news, ^GIs there is no way to lose, ^DmBecause what isn’t real is genuine ^Amillusion.

^AmAnd it’s all about that graveyard dancing, ^AmSome sit still and some still prancing, ^A7And some get caught between them in a ^E7zone. ^AmWell there’s nothing left to give them cover, ^AmThey can’t even see each other, ^AmThey just step and stumble on their ^E7own. ^E7They’re waiting on a train to take them ^A7home.

^C/GThey’re waiting on a train, ^E7I’m waiting on a train, ^E7We’re all waiting ^E7on that train to take us ^A7home.