't be rollin' home The dragon weeps with empty eyes The whistle sigh's no more in the night It rests in the lines like a ghost in the music The soul
(By Nanci Griffith & Eric Taylor) Down at the station the tracks are cold The wheels of thunder, they roll no more And the heart of America cries for
ترجمه: Nanci گریفیث. روح در موسیقی.
