[Verse] Midnight calls from the iron tracks, A lonesome horn in the shadow's grasp. Steam rolls heavy, fog hangs low, That trumpet’s weepin', soft and slow. [Pre-Chorus] Every note's a story, worn and wild, A glance back at a broken child. [Chorus] Oh, that trumpet’s cryin’ above the rails, Sings the pain that never fails. Through the dark, through the storm, Heartache’s blues in a mournful form. Oh, that trumpet’s cryin’ above the freight yard lines, Telling secrets no soul can hide. [Verse] Dusty boots and a fading flare, Whispers chase the midnight air. Lost dreams echo off steel and stone, That trumpet’s voice, it ain’t alone. [Pre-Chorus] It’s the voice of shadows, old and deep, Wakes the soul that tries to sleep. [Chorus] Oh, that trumpet’s cryin’ above the rails, Sings the pain that never fails. Through the dark, through the storm, Heartache’s blues in a mournful form. Oh, that trumpet’s cryin’ above the freight yard lines, Telling secrets no soul can hide. [Bridge] In the whistle’s wail, in the steel’s cold hum, Every sorrow finds where it comes from. Beneath the moon’s pale, silent glow, The trumpet’s tears still ebb and flow. [Chorus] Oh, that trumpet’s cryin’ above the rails, Sings the pain that never fails. Through the dark, through the storm, Heartache’s blues in a mournful form. Oh, that trumpet’s cryin’ above the freight yard lines, Telling secrets no soul can hide. [Outro] Soft and slow, that lonely sound, Where lost blues and rails are found.