When I hear that train a-coming from the junction
Troublin´ my mind is it´s favorite function.
It makes that crying on that old air horn
Middle of the night, I can hear it mourn

The world is a stone hanging in the night
The train´s a woman and she leaves behind a light
Love is gone, I mean washed out in the rain
Leaving town and mumbling something ´bout a train
Oh, about a train

My head is full of sky and my boots are full of ocean
And stolen designs for perpetual motion
Love scarred, shattered, tattered, and unfolding
Silent man, he won´t tell me what it is
What it is he´s holding

The world is a stone hanging in the night
The train´s a woman and she leaves behind a light
Love is gone, I mean washed out by the rain
Leaving town and mumbling something ´bout a train

My heart is a stone, and my head is a canyon
Far off lonely home is my only companion
Love is gone, I mean washed out in the rain
Leaving town, mumbling something about a train