On the train from Jackson to Chicago

Providence is yet to be revealed

Standing on the platform by my window

Soon you will be swallowed by the fields

A sudden blur of trees

A sudden blur of trees

Rushing through the delta veins

On the train from Jackson to Chicago

Licking all the wounds that never healed

Turn around

Turn around

Now you're at the end of the line

Don't look down

Don't look down

You're standing on the shoulders

Standing on the shoulders of giants

Everyday the shadow of my father

Is painted on the walls and on the floors

It stretches out across the open waters

And crashes on the sandy Eastern shores

Searching in the dark

Searching in the dark

Looking for a clue to what's been lost

Now I see the shadow of my father

On the shoulders of the one that came before

Turn around

Turn around

Now you're at the end of the line

Don't look down

Don't look down

You're standing on the shoulders

Standing on the shoulders of giants

A clear run

Blue sky

Downhill

A free ride

Stones throw

A straight line from h