blue caboose
i see you going down the track
see someone waving from the back
dandelion breeze
it's summertime
and you are just passing by
i wish you take me for a ride
past silver maple trees
but your whistle is fading fast
further down the track
and you're rolling far away
and are never coming back
I contemplate
And fear it's getting late
blue caboose
means nothing that i saw you here
on my walk down to the lighthouse pier
on this average summer day
i get stuck
on the muddy avenue
thinkin that i ought to do
is maybe go away
but your whistle is fading fast
further down the track
and you're rolling far away
And are never coming back
i've changed my mind
pease let me on this time
blue caboose
i'm running to catch up with you
cause i know it's what i ought to do
the geese are flying high
Autumn leaves
and time to be a rollin on
from singing of same old song
watching everything go by
