Runaway Train

She lives up on Crown Street, Surry Hills
Goes up on speed comes, down on pills
Like a runaway train, running out of track
And she prays God,……….. help me make it back

A heart torn to shreds down on, Hurricane Lane
She left him there with a bucket, full of rain
Like a runaway train running out of track
And he prays God help me make it back

In the trench the whistle blew, sunrise at Gallipoli
Two seconds later with a bullet in his guts he’s on his knees
Like a runaway train running out of track
He prayed God help me make it back

He was preaching by the sea, of Galilee
Healing those souls till they hung him, on a tree
Like a runaway train running out of track
He cried God help me make it back

People behind in front below, and above
Some running from fear, some from love
Like runaway trains running out of track
Praying God help us make it back

Every step’s a journey or, so it seems
Till you realise you’re never left where you’ve always been
But like runaway trains running out of track
We cry God help us make it back

Like a runaway train running out of track (x2)
Like a runaway train…………………… (x2)

Runaway Train

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