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Slow Moving Train

from Raven Hotel by Matt Harlan

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At night when I find myself too wound up to calm myself
I sit and I listen, and wait for the whistle of a slow-moving train
When the light of the day goes dark and inspiration’s a dying spark,
I wander alone, where the poets have roamed to seek their own way.

And I can picture the miles of track, heading northbound and coming back.
Old conductors and rusted cars, but all the hobos have long since passed.
So I can’t hitch a ride myself, but when I’m worried I find myself
With my ears trained to listen and wait for the whistle of a slow-moving train

I wish I could stroll away and leave the wreck far behind me,
But I can’t hardly roll away with all that’s buried inside.
So at night when I find myself too wound up to calm myself
I sit and I listen, and wait for the whistle of a slow-moving train.
I sit and I listen, and wait for the whistle of a slow-moving train.

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from Raven Hotel, released June 24, 2014

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Matt Harlan Houston, Texas

Matt Harlan is a troubadour of the first degree, bringing songs of bus-stops, coffee-shops and lives overlooked to stages across his home-state of Texas, the USA and Europe. His expressive vocals recall Chris Smither and Chris Knight, shading his poignant songs with soaring heart and aching grit. ... more

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