“From Danville To Blacksburg”
Words and Music by Ryan Newcomb

I can hear the whistle of the 12 o’clock train,
As it hurries by the store where I’m working over break,
The store that my grandfather bought in his youth,
Where my father worked most of his life,
The store where I used to play as a child,
And now where I work from morning to night,
Surrounded by so much that I love,
All I can think of is that train,
How it’s empty cars are headed back to my mountains,
And how I wish it would carry me away,

From Danville to Blacksburg,
On a westbound train,
Just like a late summer breeze,
Is bound to bring a change,
From Danville to Blacksburg,
To find who I am,
For the answers to questions,
Even I don’t understand,
If I had the money,
I’d take the first train to go,
From Danville to Blacksburg,
And wherever else, God only knows,

Now, I find myself in Georgia all alone,
Headin’ to Sarasota with four hundred miles to go,
You never know where the journey will turn,
Or where each of those turns will lead,
Rachel, it was so good to see you again,
But, I believe the Lord is calling to me,
To leave the things that I love,
To say goodbye to my mountains again,
To see the sun rise on the Gulf of Mexico,
To things I’ve never done and places I’ve never seen,

From Danville to Blacksburg,
On a westbound train,
Just like a late summer breeze,
Is bound to bring a change,
From Danville to Blacksburg,
To find who I am,
For the answers to questions,
Even I don’t understand,

From Danville to Blacksburg,
On a westbound train,
Just like a late summer breeze,
Is bound to bring a change,
From Danville to Blacksburg,
To find who I am,
For the answers to questions,
Even I don’t understand,
If I had the money,
I’d take the first train to go,
From Danville to Blacksburg,
And wherever else, God only knows,

From Danville to Blacksburg,
And wherever else, God only knows.