By the time you leave

I'll be saving all my green

For a homebound train to carry me

On old familiar steam.



I wish you'd hurry up,

And leave or come around.

Well the moon is waning hard tonight.

I 'm leaving my home town.



And the train rolls on with no pilot.

And the station's left me i know.

But if you should happen to find it,

Please bring it home, bring it home.



I traded all my stops

For a pillow made of rails.

In an empty room i listen to

The lonely whistle wails.



I woke up to feet,

That i took to be your shoes,

And the train lay tracks that deafened me,

Shook my insides loose.



And the train rolls on with no pilot,

And the station's left me i know.

But if you should happen to find it,

Please bring it home, bring it home.



And the point of all this living,

Is the dying still to come.

And i could be forgiven,

But i just won't, i just won't.

(cool don walser yodel & fade out)




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