Am G
I can feel the wheels turning underneath my feet.
Am
As I pull the shade down on my window seat.
F G Am
Praying where I'm going is better than where I've been.
Am G
Then a stranger sits down as if he's right at home.
G Am
Touches me and says I see you're traveling alone.
F G Am
And by the way son, you forgot to say amen.
F
He says I guess there's something here I need to explain.
Am
I try to talk to everyone riding this train.
F E
Some of them listen, but most don't pay me no mind.
Am F
And the train keeps rolling and the world keeps turning.
Am E Am
All aboard, all aboard, everybody's gotta get on board.
Am G
Take that woman with the frown sitting across the aisle.
G Am
With her briefcase open nigh on ninety miles.
F G Am
She never even noticed that lake back at Horseshoe Bend.
Am G
And that couple with the kids at the front of the car.
G Am
Fussing all the way about some cookie jar.
F G Am
I'm gonna ask them what they saw at their journey's end.
F
And there's a fellow I left sitting in the back.
Am
Keeps a smile on his face through a paper sack.
F E
Looking out the window but he can't see past the pain.
Am F
And the train keeps rolling, and the world keeps turning.
Am E Am
All aboard, All aboard, everybody's gotta get on board.
Am G
Then the train slows down unexpectedly.
Am
As I raise my blind he slaps my knee.
F G Am
Saying this is my stop son but you won't be traveling alone.
Am G
I look out my window to wave him goodbye.
Am
But there's nobody there, just a light in the sky.
F G Am
I lose my breath and my blood runs cold as stone.
Am F
Then I feel the wheels turning underneath my feet.
Am
But life looks different from my window seat.
F E
Knowing where I'm going is better than where I've been.
Am F
And the train keeps rolling and the world keeps turning.
Am E Am
All aboard, all aboard. Everybody's gotta get on board.
Am
I can feel the wheels a turnin' underneath my feet...