Lyrics

He turns his collar to the cold, keeps watching down the track
Waiting on the Amtrak to bring his baby back
Coming from Chicago, it’s heading to St Paul
Most nights it doesn’t stop at all

She boarded the southbound, that bright September day
He begged her not to leave but she left him anyway
Are you coming back, he heard that whistle blow
When she steps off the northbound, then he’ll know

He’s at the Red Wing station, every night at nine
With a big bouquet of flowers and a lonesome troubled mind
Hoping she’ll return and release him from his pain
A man could spend a lifetime just waiting on a train

That cold wind is blowing off the Mississippi shore
The first storm of the winter chills him to his core
But he’ll be back tomorrow same old place and time
All alone just looking down the line