There's a place on this mountain Where the trees all give way To one sweet lupine meadow Where the tall popple sway In the distance cries a train So far away it sounds like a toy Shiny nickel on one rail Races the heart of a waiting boy And on that train and in my mind I can go back to the first time A willing heart, no history And I'd given you no reason yet to lie to me To lie to me I awake to the memory Of your face in my hands Close my eyes and go home to the ache That's always been Now looking down from this clearing Where the world and time stands still Golden thread winds through the valley The setting sun riding the rail And on that train and in my mind Rides a chance for one last first time This willing heart with no history And I've given you no reason yet to lie to me To lie to me