(Darrell Brown - David Batteau)

Waiting for the train to come
I keep a'waiting for the train to come
Dreamin' of the river and the rising sun
I keep thinkin' 'bout the world to come.

My life packed up in a suitcase old man staring from a doorway
My hope tarries in the distance
Love comes on the wheels of my deliverance
Oh, where is the river unbroken, oh, when will the whistle blow.

Waitin' for the train to come
I keep waitin' for the train to come
Keepin' my appointment with the one who lives
In the heart of everything that is.

All night sleepin' in a station my God, it's hard not to be impatient
I watch through the windows of forgiveness
cry but my word's my only witness
Oh, where is the river unbroken, oh, when will the whistle blow
Oh, where is the river unbroken, oh, when will the whistle blow.

(Sometimes I feel I can't go on) I can't go on
(I get so tired all passion's gone
My heart, my head, my arms, my legs)
I get so tired
(Without the strength to crawl away then something breaks inside my soul)
My strength had gone
(That spirit's finally taking hold my ears can hear, my eyes can see)
Those clouds of joy still cover me, cover me, cover me.

Oh, where is the river unbroken, oh, when will the whistle blow
Oh, where is the river unbroken, oh, when will the whistle blow
Oh, where is, where is the river unbroken, oh, when will the whistle blow

Waiting for the train to come
I keep waiting for the train to come...