The first song I wrote--age 16. Took the train out of the burbs down to the Chicago loop whenever I could. A taste of freedom and the bigger world! Missed my train one night and wrote this while waiting for a red-eye. I added the last verse recently to bring things into the present.

MORNING COME AND GO

Waiting for a night train headed home.
I watch the haggard faces hrry on.
They haul their bags along as the tired night drags on;
finally they are on their trains and gone.

           Mornings come and mornings go;
           leaving so much left to know.
           It takes so long to find your way back again--
           to finally ly find out where you've been.

All the reflections fade away,
flickering in the windows of the train.
I sing my song as the wheels roll along,
rumbling thought the darkness and the rain.

           Mornings come and mornings go....

Now I'm back on this train again.
I think of all the places that I've been.
Forty years have past and the times's moved so fast
and my journey is closer to the end.

            Mornings come and mornings go....


                                                                                Phillip Bennett , lyrics and music, copyright 2013