Lyrics
The sneakers momma bought me back in ’63 are gone / Haven’t seen a parade in years but time still marches on / I left an awful lot behind, things never stay the same / I’m staring forty in the face, but I still wave at trains / Someone calls me daddy, someone’s diapers I still change / I don’t walk like I once did in the gentle summer rains / Seems I’m always busy, in a rush or running late / I know a child’s alive inside ‘cause I still wave at trains / Southbound locomotives, northbound engineers / I still stop to watch ’em roll after all these years / The throbbing of the engines as they thunder down the line / Pulls a young boy’s fascination and an old boy back in time / The sneakers momma bought me back in ’63 are gone / The kid that laced them up is grown now a man must carry on / The road’s not hard to follow through those gentle summer rains / I know where to find the boy ‘cause I still wave at trains / Oh, yes, I still wave at trains / Don’t you know that I still wave at trains.