I saw you standing by the railway, beneath the falling morning rain. You held a letter in your fingers, I was too afraid to say your name. The station lights were slowly fading, the night was leaving from the sky. You said, “There’s something past tomorrow, something waiting if we try.” And the wheels began to turn, and the last lights disappeared. I could feel the road unfolding, like a promise drawing near. Take me where the morning goes, take me where the wild wind blows. Far beyond the towns we know, there’s a road we have to follow. If you leave, I’ll follow you, through the silver and the blue. Maybe somewhere past the dawn, we will find where we belong. We crossed the river before sunrise, with the valley turning gold. Every mile became a memory, every station fading behind. You were singing by the window, softly underneath the moon. And the world was growing wider, as the night was fading soon. Then the morning touched the hills, and the darkness lost its hold. There are dreams we cannot measure, there are stories still untold. Take me where the morning goes, take me where the wild wind blows. Far beyond the towns we know, there’s a road we have to follow. If you leave, I’ll follow you, through the silver and the blue. Maybe somewhere past the dawn, we will find where we belong. And if the road should turn away, if the sky should lose its flame, I will keep the window open, I will still remember your name. Take me where the morning goes, take me where the wild wind blows. Far beyond the towns we know, there’s a road we have to follow. If you leave, I’ll follow you, through the silver and the blue. Maybe somewhere past the dawn, we will find where we belong. Far beyond the morning train, I can hear you call my name. Far beyond the morning light, we are moving through the night.
