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Text: Patty Griffin. Railroad Wings.

He took a silver train, all the way to Maine
On the way to everything,
Railroad wings

There's things you don't know you know
I thought anger told me what to do
With emptiness chasing me
On the border I found you
You should have heard her sing,
Railroad wings

This emptiness has followed me like a cold, blue sky
And it has not been easy for you
There's things I'll never tell you til the day I die
Things I done, I can never undo, hiding everything,
Railroad wings

All these years along, the lights are growing dim
I hear you sing your song in the next room
And as far as I can tell, most everything means nothing
Except some things, that mean everything
Railroad wings
Railroad wings