God Sends A Train - American Young

I’d watch that little glass angel swinging from the mirror every morning as I

sat in the back

Momma drove that beat-up laser through the woods and over those railroad tracks

We didn’t get much to eat at home, at school maybe nothing at all

When you’re a kid at twelve years old, you’d think it’s all your fault

Ooh

Mama’d lost my dad in her mind and married a crazy man

He beat us with a Bible while preaching survival and waiting for the world to

end

In that creepy cold house off the grid by the tracks at the end of the road

We got good at keeping secrets, mom

And no one wanted to know

Cuz sometimes God sends a whisper

Carried in on the rain

And when we don’t want to listen

Sometimes God sends a train

Ooh, ooh

One morning in high school history class, a chill ran down my back

When they called my name on the intercom, I already knew it was bad

They said her blazer was in pieces out there on those railroad tracks

As I went to see what was left of her, I wonder would this bring her back

Cuz sometimes God sends a whisper

Carried in on the rain

And when we don’t want to listen

Sometimes God sends a train

Ooh, ooh

They said she’d never walk again but that first step she took was straight down

to the courthouse, she got rid of his ass for good

One day we got a visitor, it was that train engineer

He told us kids «There must be a good reason your mom’s still here,»

He said.

«Ma'am I found this on that day, stuck to the front of my train.»

He handed my mom a glass angel with a broken wing

Cuz sometimes God sends a whisper

Carried in on the rain

And when we don’t want to listen

Sometimes God sends a train

Ooh, ooh