Standing On The Shoulders Of Giants - Jay Clifford
On the train from Jackson to Chicago
Providence is yet to be revealed
Standing on the platform by my window
Soon you will be swallowed by the fields
A sudden blur of trees
A sudden blur of trees
Rushing through the delta veins
On the train from Jackson to Chicago
Licking all the wounds that never healed
Turn around
Turn around
Now you're at the end of the line
Don't look down
Don't look down
You're standing on the shoulders
Standing on the shoulders of giants
Everyday the shadow of my father
Is painted on the walls and on the floors
It stretches out across the open waters
And crashes on the sandy Eastern shores
Searching in the dark
Searching in the dark
Looking for a clue to what's been lost
Now I see the shadow of my father
On the shoulders of the one that came before
Turn around
Turn around
Now you're at the end of the line
Don't look down
Don't look down
You're standing on the shoulders
Standing on the shoulders of giants
A clear run
Blue sky
Downhill
A free ride
Stones throw
A straight line from here
Turn around
Turn around
Now you're at the end of the line
Don't look down
Don't look down
You're standing on the shoulders
Standing on the shoulders
Turn around
Turn around
Now you're at the end of the line
Don't look down
Don't look down
You're standing on the shoulders
Standing on the shoulders of giants
On the train from Jackson to Chicago
Providence is yet to be revealed
