How long, how long has this train been gone?   Was there a man who asked for me?   I thought he’d wait to say so long   I’m later than I meant to be      The station master closed his eyes   Said – My dear, the trains are gone   though forty years ago this night   the last train left for viet nam      She said – My hair is lit with gray   No roses bloom upon my lips   It seems like only yesterday   he graced me with a lover’s kiss      Then in the distance, thunder pealed   A whistle pierced the cricket’s song   and you could see the sparks and the wheels   of the last train back from viet nam      It stopped just long enough to board   and as she ran, time set her free   A young man helped her through the door   and said – i knew you would wait for me      There’s many a young boy who won’t come back   Many a young girl who waits alone   Sometimes they meet on life’s long track   They board that last train and go home