If it should happen like this: That one day you are gone And I myself still hanging on, I will break down in tears When I hear the news I will be listening one more time To your ragged song.
I will sing lightly, gliding on The thunder echoes of your voice Not diluting your expression Nor can I forget a word. Minstrel horsemen mount and ride Valley descants, rising hills As steel rails hum, we sing along To hard-time working blues.
Lonesome rider for so long But I will never come to know The weight and daily burdens that you raise. And if one day you will be gone And I’m still standing in the rain I will not claim to know you, nor say to anyone That I saw you in the distance Reaching out to recreate The delicacy of your song on stage.
But for myself I take the stand And trust with all my certainty To recognize the hum of rails
Vibrations of approaching trains, The metal wheels that churned your mind Intoning their redemptive sighs of pain.
And I will harmonize with them While I remember, just as long As I am standing by your tracks – If ever you are gone.