A train whistles in the distance, tellin’ me someone’s dream is underway. I’m thinkin’ it’s a good sign like a bright lit diner on a stormy night. Old wounds vanish in healin’ dreams and I’m thinkin’ it can happen for you too.
A good woman’s marrow heals ‘cause it damn well should, may the warm sun light touch her healing heart, ‘cause old wounds can mend in the soft touch of healin’ dreams, and I’m thinkin’ it can happen for you too.
Time moves and the days like pages turn, mornings come and then move on, the sun rises and sets in human hearts, and I sit soft-smiling knowing old wounds fall away when faced with the love of healin’ dreams, thinkin’ it can happen for you too.
Mother and father, sister and brother, cousins, lovers, friends, and more, all joined in the tapestry of life. May your old wounds fall away and set you free, thinkin’ old wounds fade in the arms of healin’ dreams, the way it’s supposed to be, thinkin’ it can happen for you too.