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 trains 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 hes holding



The world is a stone hanging in the night

The trains 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