the first song that Nash ever wrote was a mournful country-blues tune
with harmonica accompaniment and it went:

where are you
I'm crying
the train is coming

he was two and a half. it was late november. in four months time he had
gained a baby brother, seen me hospitalized twice (I walked in to give
birth but I was carried off on a stretcher when the pancreatitis struck me
down six weeks later), and moved away from home to stay with my parents
in mississippi. at my parents' house, he'd pace circles into the floor, playing
his harmonica while I sat and nursed the baby. when the train came by,
every few hours, he'd lean out the open window and count the cars.

where are you
I'm crying
the train is coming