C
A light shines from my window
F G7
Just can't sleep no more Lord it hurts
C
So much to be alone
But the real men never do admit
F G7
It's them that might be wrong
C
At least that's what he told me in his song
He rode all the way to Texas
F C G7
On an old freight train
C
Didn't miss the girl he left behind
He rode all the way to Texas
F C G7
Didn't shed a tear letting you know
C
That's he's the moving kind
The freedom that he's sings about
F G7
Guess I'll never know
C
Just can't shake the guilt or kill the pain
But he lets me ride when the lights turn low
F G7
Get on board the radio and take a ride
C
To Texas on his train
G7 C
He's letting you know that he's the moving kind
