Music and Lyrics by Alastair Moock ©2017 Moockshake Music
I remember when my grandmother died
I guess I’s about 4 or 5
Wondering, “where did she go?”
And “Will I find her somewhere down the road”
Kids think big thoughts
Bigger than we ever could know
How did we get to this place?
Where in the world will I go?
Libby Cotton was just about eleven
Heard that whistle blow, wondered “where’s it headin’?”
“Those tracks are gonna take me awful far”
She wrote Freight Train on her brother’s old guitar
Kids think big thoughts
Thoughts so big, they’re pulling at the seams
Big as freight trains running down the track
Piled high with the biggest kinds of dreams
There’s a little kid lying in his bed
With a million thoughts running through his head
Where will I find my next friend?
Where does the universe end?
Kids think big thoughts
Big as the universe is wide
Where did we come from and when?
What are we made of and why?
Kids think big thoughts
Bigger than we ever could know
How did we get to this place?
Where in the world will I go?