It's the end of the line-
Your train rolled through the time
And now all your Graces

And your Legacies stand.
Don't whisper softly the things
That you want loudly to be

-Be like a wave.
-Leave impressions on the sand.


Because that whistle stop is coming strong
And big machines are hard to stop.


So, I'll leave behind use to be's
And in that horizon, we'll leave to the dirt roads
Regret and Disdain.

Every sun is going to fade
But in the morning rays
I hear a songbird singing your name.


Where it stops I can't say
But those warm summer days

Roll by like cars on a train.
And people everywhere are looking back,
Crying on their hands

And on their knees
Because it's the end of the line.


Your train rolled through the time
So I'll say goodbye to the people you know.
Don't whisper softly the things

That you want loudly to be-
Oh my, how your legacy glows!


That whistle stop is coming strong-
It shows no signs of slowing down for this town.
That whistle stop is coming strong

And big machines are hard to stop.