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That Feeble Man and I
I stepped just inside the door to get in from the rain
And found myself the nearest seat while waiting for the train
There he sat, a feeble man, with hair of silver gray
First he turned toward me, then I heard him say
“This isn’t just another train you’re waiting on, you see
This one here, someone made especially for me
For when I stepped up to that window I heard the man behind it say
“This train ain’t bound for nowhere, except for yesterday”
I’ve had this urge down deep inside to see ‘ol friends back home
The old house, it’s still standing there, but all my friends are gone
So “I’ll take a trip,” I told myself, and I made up my mind
Not to journey toward that house, but journey back in time”
Silently I listened as he told me it was true
“We’re going back to yesterday,” he said, “I’m telling you”
I looked down at my hand and saw my ticket there
I heard the whistle blow and knew the train was here
Slowly I stepped outside and there to my surprise. . .
A little girl with long brown hair who had my smile and eyes
There they were, all my friends I had know in years gone by
Oh the joy to step aboard. . .that feeble man and I
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