Bryan Elijah Smith - Closet Full of Clothes

That lonely whistle blows, somebody's going home
Somebody I don't know, now I'm sitting here alone
I always hear that train and that train always rolls
Suitcase beneath my bed and a closet full of clothes
The sun always sets when the clouds begin to part
Like it always seems to end right after it starts
I always hear that train and that train always rolls
Suitcase beneath my bed and a closet full of clothes
Am I in too deep as my feelings start to run
They're running circles around my mind as my mind comes undone
I always hear that train and that train always rolls
Suitcase beneath my bed and a closet full of clothes

Written by:
Bryan Smith, Nathan Moore

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