A folk-rock song about the nostalgic feelings inspired by the sight and sounds of trains
Folk-Rock, Country-Rock
Steve Domer has performed live across the US for over 45 years. He has won past songwriting awards in the American Song Festival in the late 1970's.
Currently records and produces original songs and performs live periodically as an acoustic guitar and vocals solo.
Story behind the song
The lyrics are adapted from the Scott Loveall poem, "The Cry of The Two-Twenty". The 220 was a famous locomotive engine of the past.
Lyrics
Cry of The 220
Steve Domer, Scott Loveall 2015
Its boxcars a mile, oh it seemed so long
The 220 freight edges out of the yard
A ghost train tonight, the sea fog in fingers
Teasing its departure through a mist that lingers
Listen, farther, deep in the distance
The cry of the 220 freight
Kisses the night
Distant echoes of longing
for childhooded souls it invites
The cry of the 220 freight
Its boxcars a mile, I count out as they pass
Each shape disappears in the milky hazed night
Chances slipping away, lovers imagined and lost
Like some romantic place, filled with unknowns and new hope
Listen, farther, deep in the distance
The cry of the 220 freight
Kisses the night
Distant echoes of longing
for childhooded souls it invites
The cry of the 220 freight
Listen, farther, deep in the distance
The cry of the 220 freight
Kisses the night
Distant echoes of longing
for childhooded souls it invites
The cry of the 220 freight
Kissing the night
To the ears of another childhood soul, sounds so right
The cry of the 220 freight
Somehow grazing the scars
That we link to regret
