CHERYL'S GOING HOME

Writer Bob Lind



The thunder cracks against the night, the dark explodes with yellow light

The railroad sign is flashing bright, the people stare but I don't care

My flesh is cold against my bones

My Cheryl's going home

Come hear me shout against the rain, is there a way to stop this train

I got some reasons to explain

About the way I was today

The whistle moans and I'm alone

My Cheryl's going home

Santa Rose Special's down the line

I'm running desperately behind

There's only one thing on my mind

The rain and tears are in my eyes

The things I have to say won't be known

My Cheryl's going home

[Repeat 1st and 2nd verses]