While riding on a train goin' west
I fell asleep for a check of my rest
Concerning myself and the
With half -damp eyes I stared to the room
Well, my friends and I spent
Till the early hours of the morning
Our words was told, our songs was sung
As easy as it was to tell black from white
It was all that easy to tell wrong from right
And our choices, they were few,
and the thought never hit
That the one road we traveled
would ever shatter or split
How many a year has passed and gone
And each one I've never seen again
I wish, I wish, I wish in vain
That we'd sit simply in that room again
If our lives could be like that
