Tonight I've been counting railroad cars
Clinking and grinding into the dark
One of them passed with an open door
And I pictured myself jumping on board
What is the chance of that
Well I've always had this thing about trains
A lonesome sound like a man in pain
Going somewhere they don't lose track
Some folks leave and they don't look back
What is the chance of that
I have believed since I was a little bitty girl
That there were rules of cause and effect
And they slowly shaped my world
But pain and hard times they come and they go
Like some blindfolded angel somewhere saying
Eeny Meeny Miny Moe
What is the chance of that
Why do I feel restless inside
Maybe I'm part of a wandering tribe
I want to check my family tree
I think there's a little nomad in me
What is the chance of that
Life is a thing you drink in deep
The journey is hard and the journey's sweet
Maybe I'll search and maybe I'll find
Things I wanted wer already mine
What is the chance of that
I have believed since I was a little bitty girl
That there were rules of cause and effect
And they slowly shaped my world
But pain and hard times they come and they go
Like some test of faith that purifies my
Weak belief into something gold
What is the chance of that
