A boy sits
on his back porch,
on the wrong side of the tracks,
waits to hear that
midnight whistle blow.
His heart beats to the rhythm
of the boxcars rumbling past
As his mind begins to wander
to the places he could go
On the 1205
bound for the promised land
On the 1205
It's always around the bend
A place where dreams come true
And all he's gotta do
Is take that ride
On the 1205
By the cold steel rails
on a clear cut night,
a young man stands alone,
at midnight whistle blows,
she's arriving in time.
Like a train, his heart is racing
As he climbs aboard, he knows
That his dreams are out there waiting
Somewhere down the line
On the 1205
bound for the promised land
On the 1205
It's always a wild thing
A place where dreams come true
All he's gotta do
Is take that ride
On the 1205
Blue sky falls on a red sunset
And finds an old man standing tall
With years of memories
running through his mind
There's a whistle in the distance,
like the night he heard the call
And as he smiles he knows
it's time to go
and take that one last ride
On the 1205,
bound for the promised land
On the 1205,
it's always around the bend
A place where dreams come true
And all he's gotta do
is take that ride
On the 1205,
bound for the promised land
And the 1205,
it's always around the bend.
And the 1205,
bound for the promised land.
And the 1205,
it's always around the bend.
Bound for the promised land.
It's always around the bend