Traffic - This Train Won't Stop lyrics

(Winwood/Capaldi) In the city streets where I was born People bowed their heads from dusk till dawn Never realized the potential of their lives Till the reaper came to cut the corn Some were born to live a life of ease, never knowing suffering or disease Till that final day when judgment comes their way, then they fall down on their knees and pray This train won't stop ... Till we reach the end of the line In the golden fields of yesterday where the children used to laugh and play You can hear the sound of hammer breaking steel When you take more than you give it never heals I can see it rolling 'cross the sky on the holy mountains where eagles cry Far from earth below where poisoned rivers flow where I'm free to let my soul and spirit fly This train won't stop ... Till we reach the end of the line And will the road find it, and will the soul guide you down When will we really see that higher love, when we reach the end of our lives This train won't stop ... Till we reach the end of the line See the reaper in the field, time to get your spirit healed Now the doors are open wide, there's no place that you can hide Tell your children ------------------------------------------------------------------------ 1994 FS Music Ltd./Freedom Songs Ltd. (PRS) All rights administered by Warner Tamerlane Publishing Corp.)