Lyrics

As a child he could not sit still
As a father he ran farther still
And like a railroad he runs right through
Always passing us by for something new
And all we had then was a picture
And we would make up his adventures
As we grew we’d hear the lecture
“He wasn't no kind of father to you
He never helped us through what we were going through!”
But you could see in her eyes the love they knew
When all our plans fall to pieces we start anew
When all our prayers get an answer
That's when the railman's son rolls through
That's when the railman's son rolls through
Rolling back to you
And we forget as we get older
All we have that we can offer
I spent some time but I still wonder
I wonder where could he be on this day
And how come no amount of love could make him stay
And now I find myself running in the same way
When all our plans fall to pieces we start anew
When all our prayers get an answer
That's when the railman's son rolls through
That's when the railman's son rolls through
Rolling back to you

Words and Music by Ned Farr
© 1995 Waiting wind/ ASCAP