(John Starling)
A light shines from my window I just can't sleep no more
Lord it hurts so much to be alone
But the real men never do admit that it's them that might be wrong
At least that's what he told me in his song.
He rode all the way to Texas on an old freight train
Didn't miss the girl he left behind
He rode all the way to Texas didn't shed a tear
He's lettin' you know that he's the moving kind.
The freedom that he sings about I guess I'll never know
I just can't shake the guilt or kill the pain
But he lets me ride when the lights turns low get on board the radio
And take a ride to Texas on his train.
He rode all the way to Texas on an old freight train
Didn't miss the girl he left behind
He rode all the way to Texas didn't shed a tear
He's lettin' you know that he's the moving kind.
He's lettin' you know that he's the moving kind...
