Some are bound for happiness
Some are bound to glory
Some are bound to live with less
Who can tell your story
See the sky about to rain
Broken clouds and rain
Locomotive pull the train
Whistle blowin’ through my brain
Signals curlin’ on an open plain
Rollin’ down the track again
See the sky about to rain
I was down in Dixieland
Played a silver fiddle
Played it loud and then the man
Broke it down the middle
See the sky about to rain
Ah… See the sky about to rain
See the sky about to rain
Neil Young
