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Introduction

“When the Trains Come In” is one of those songs that feels like it holds a secret—a quiet, powerful story waiting to unfold. From the very first note, it invites you to step into a world where nostalgia and longing collide, painting vivid pictures of journeys both physical and emotional. It’s a song that captures the pulse of anticipation, the ache of farewells, and the fragile hope of new beginnings.

The lyrics are steeped in imagery, with the train serving as a metaphor for change and the unstoppable passage of time. There’s something beautifully bittersweet about the way it describes waiting on the platform, the roar of the engine growing louder, and the emotions of what might be gained or lost as the train arrives—or departs. It’s a song that resonates deeply, especially if you’ve ever stood at a crossroads in life, unsure of what the next chapter might hold.

Musically, “When the Trains Come In” blends a soulful melody with a steady rhythm, mimicking the chugging motion of a train on its tracks. It has a way of pulling you in, making you feel like you’re right there, hearing the distant whistle in the night. It’s not just a song you hear; it’s one you experience.

The beauty of this track lies in its universality. Whether you interpret the train as a literal locomotive or as a symbol of life’s inevitable shifts, the song leaves space for you to find your own story within it. That’s what makes it timeless—it’s not just a song about trains; it’s a song about us

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Lyrics

Another lonely day is almost gone
The sun’s going down again, and you’re still not home
The last of the trains have all come in
But I’ll come back tomorrow and wait again
I know the conductor, he thinks I’m losing my mind
‘Cause I come here and wait so many times
But me and the ticket man are the best of friends
So I’ll come back tomorrow when the trains come in
It’s been so long ago since she went away
She said she’d return again in a couple of days
But I’ll wait here forever if it takes ’til then
So I’ll come back tomorrow when the trains come in
I know the conductor, he thinks I’m losing my mind
‘Cause I come here and wait so many times
But me and the ticket man are the best of friends
So I’ll come back tomorrow when the trains come in
Yes, I’ll come back tomorrow when the trains come in

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