Broken down over thoughts of what could have been

Broken down over thoughts of what should have been

We stopped dead like a broken train,

That should have found its way to some beautiful terrain

Everything has stopped like a broken clock

Unable to read time, but it hasn’t forgot

Their song no longer plays on forever

The acquiesce of no more times together

Up in the sky the mockingbird has stopped singing

But a broken voice never stops longing

He’s had his heart broken too many times

Now all he can do is sit and dry his eyes

The days by the beach, the sun on their face

But it seems to have passed; sunrise has lost its grace

Don’t be in a hurry to stop the freedom of the train

It came from the earth and may never pass again