CHERYL'S GOING HOME   Writer Bob Lind       The thunder cracks against the night, the dark explodes with yellow light   The railroad sign is flashing bright, the people stare but I don't care   My flesh is cold against my bones   My Cheryl's going home   Come hear me shout against the rain, is there a way to stop this train   I got some reasons to explain   About the way I was today   The whistle moans and I'm alone   My Cheryl's going home   Santa Rose Special's down the line   I'm running desperately behind   There's only one thing on my mind   The rain and tears are in my eyes   The things I have to say won't be known   My Cheryl's going home   [Repeat 1st and 2nd verses]