It's the end of the line- Your train rolled through the time And now all your Graces And your Legacies stand. Don't whisper softly the things That you want loudly to be -Be like a wave. -Leave impressions on the sand. Because that whistle stop is coming strong And big machines are hard to stop. So, I'll leave behind use to be's And in that horizon, we'll leave to the dirt roads Regret and Disdain. Every sun is going to fade But in the morning rays I hear a songbird singing your name. Where it stops I can't say But those warm summer days Roll by like cars on a train. And people everywhere are looking back, Crying on their hands And on their knees Because it's the end of the line. Your train rolled through the time So I'll say goodbye to the people you know. Don't whisper softly the things That you want loudly to be- Oh my, how your legacy glows! That whistle stop is coming strong- It shows no signs of slowing down for this town. That whistle stop is coming strong And big machines are hard to stop.