Here’s to the Next Train Wreak

Verse 1

Sitting at the bar with a young songwriter,
Trading shots of whiskey and a few lies.
She had a road-worn guitar beside her,
And a little too much knowing in her eyes.

She asked me what had brought me here.
I said, “Old friends and familiar ghosts.”
She laughed and asked which one she was.
I said, “Whichever hurts the most.”

Then I raised my glass and said,

Here’s to my next train wreck,
Rolling down the line again.
Love and trouble sound the same
When that whistle rides the wind.

You can hear it in the distance,
You can see the warning signs.
But some of us keep standing
With our hearts upon the line.

Here’s to the trouble up ahead,
And the stories left behind.
Here’s to my next train wreck,
Coming right on time.

She said, “I’ve heard that whistle,
More times than I care to say.
I’ve watched a few good things go wrong
And let a few good people walk away.”

We traded stories through the evening,
Some were true and some were kind.
And somewhere between the laughter,
We left a little hurt behind.

Then I asked her where she’d go from here.
She smiled and took her time.

Here’s to my next train wreck,
Rolling down the line again.
Love and trouble sound the same
When that whistle rides the wind.

You can hear it in the distance,
You can see the warning signs.
But some of us keep standing
With our hearts upon the line.

Here’s to the trouble up ahead,
And the stories left behind.
Here’s to my next train wreck,
Coming right on time.

She finally said, “Another town, another road,
Another stage, another song.
I’ve spent so much time moving on,
I almost forgot where I belong.

But that’s a question for tomorrow.
Tonight, the company is good.”

Then she downed another shot for effect,
Raised her glass and said,
“Here’s to whatever happens next.”

Here’s to the next train wreck,
Rolling down the line again.
Love and trouble sound the same
When that whistle rides the wind.

Maybe we’ll hear it coming.
Maybe we’ll let it pass us by.
Maybe some things are worth the risk,
Even knowing how they might unwind.

Here’s to the roads we haven’t traveled,
And the stories left to tell.
Here’s to the nights worth remembering,
Even when they don’t end well.

Here’s to the next train wreck,
And whatever comes our way.