Broken Soul

Standing here, as the rain washes my tears away
Holding on to your promise of a sunny day
It’s more than the wind that chills my soul
Your memory is easier than you were to hold
  
We had some good times down here by these tracks
I guess you and I both know they ain’t coming back  
I still sit here and listen to that lonesome whistle blow
It’s times like these your memory is so hard to let go
  
If I could go back in time and have you forever to hold
I’d make a deal with the Devil and sell my broken soul
I’d Hope and pray God would see things my way
Cause without you I can’t live another day