Lyrics

PORTOLA
©Doug Robertson CD Baby Publishing

Coming through Portola, California
Little tiny town up in the hills

Making lots of noise and waking neighbors,
It’s three A.M. and I’m working still
So cold when there’s no one,
No loving arms in solitude.

Switching cars at Portola’s train yard.
Two hundred miles, & then our run is through

The stretch from here seems to last forever
And card games grow old fast when with this crew

Those lonesome tracks, highway of steel,
Mile turns to mile ‘till you don’t know what is real
The rails sing out their metal song,
Did I hear a voice? Or have I been awake too long?

Getting bored I pick up an old Bible.
Hoping no one sees me thumbing through

There’s a dog eared page that somebody wrote on.
And right next to the verse says “God Loves You!”
So cold when there’s no one.
Warmth seems to come from knowing You.

Coming through Portola, California