[Verse] The sun still burns on fields of gold, Wind hums low and takes the old Dust from the rails where shadows sleep— A train comes down and whispers deep. [Pre-Chorus] And the whistle sighs like someone’s name, Carrying news through the nameless frame. [Chorus] Oh, the train whistle sings the same old tune, Through the wheat and the hush and the moon. One day gone, one day to come— Love, sorrow, hope, all tucked in the drum. Oh, the train whistle sings, and I listen, To what the miles have whispered since the first one. [Verse] A letter’s folded in a coat pocket, A voice that’s long had vanished, but still speaks Like rain on tin, like memory— That echo in the quiet, that gentle plea. [Pre-Chorus] And the whistle cries like someone’s name, Carrying news through the nameless frame. [Chorus] Oh, the train whistle sings the same old tune, Through the wheat and the hush and the moon. One day gone, one day to come— Love, sorrow, hope, all tucked in the drum. Oh, the train whistle sings, and I listen, To what the miles have whispered since the first one. [Bridge] No map marks this path, no station signs, Just the rails and the wind and the late-night lines Of a woman’s hand, a child’s last word— And the world keeps turning, though it’s all been heard. [Chorus] Oh, the train whistle sings the same old tune, Through the wheat and the hush and the moon. One day gone, one day to come— Love, sorrow, hope, all tucked in the drum. Oh, the train whistle sings, and I listen, To what the miles have whispered since the first one. [Outro] Whistle fades… But the wheat still listens.