10:18 by Rev. J. Mikhael Smith and the Brimstone Miracle

I was sitting on the platform
Waiting on the train
All's I know is I can't wait to see that little girl again
On that 15 down from Bristol
Headed down the line
And I'm here an hour early
Hope they make it here on time
Here on time

They were staying with her mama
I was working in the mine
Got a homeplace up in Norma
Nestled up there in the pine
I was pinching all my pennies
Counting every dime
Saved it all to bring them to me
All I have that's truly mine
Truly mine

Joe Whitaker was in the field
Gathering his corn
When he heard that westbound whistle
Like 1,000 times before
But the Carolina Special was about to round the bend
And his heart, it jumped up in his throat
He knew how this would end
It would end

They said that you could hear it all
For Miles and Miles Around
Trees bent over backward
You could feel it through the ground
Then the still and silence like a vacuum
Swallowed up the sound
All around

They said it was like nothing that you'd ever seen
September 24, New Market 10:18
Each time I close my eyes I pray it's just a dream
Just a dream
10:18

Their arrival time came and went
They'e nowhere to be found
Starting to get restless
I begin to look around
Then I see two workers whispering
My heart begins to pound
You can see it in their eyes that something terrible went down
It went down

There's a stir throughout the platform as the rescue trains roll in
A hope and prayer that folks might see their loved ones once again
In a daze as possibility plays out within my head
If they're not among the living
You can count me with the dead
'Cause I'm dead

They said it was like nothing that you'd ever seen
September 24, New Market 10:18
Each time I close my eyes I pray it's just a dream
It was just a dream
10:18

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