By Train
there’s a fall out sign at the edge of the field where the dirt road is dry with a worn out feeling ..i remember walking through the city with a light on my coad walking down sidewalks like walkin’ on a boat. the curtains were drawn the windows broken a man in the doorway was preaching...he threw down his cane... we’ll have to get there by train we made love in an apartment that underlooked the hills now she rests inside of me like a handful of pills I used to drink coffee in the corner cafe just to see her pass by and then wander away. soon i would meet her and beg her to stay but to remember her now is like draggin’ a blade cross the grains.. We’ll have to get there by train.. There’s fire in the flint, blood in the alley my last gasp of breath was for a girl in California, back when i was lookin for a warm cup of soup, before the signs of murder in the coup, our cold winding hour was like a soft invitation to an all night party and getting left at the station estranged.. We’ll have to get there by train.. We drove cross the country less than a decade ago, when driving was like lookin’ for something you wanted to know you could be friends with a priest and listen to each of the demons that spoke out to teach you the signs of the times We’ll have to get there By Train.. ...the road was heavy as a cloud in the sky when she let me leave i didn’t know i would cry, I put on my coat and walked away in the night, not ever thinking of the songs i would write, ... loving was not even a thought in my head. sometimes i wish that God had thrown down his cane.. We’ll have to get there by Train. I left home because of the places in my head that i wanted to see before i was dead. the map on my dashboard split the light of the rain and sank to the heart of the shallowest graves ...64 hours from new orleans to maine, by the time i hit the coast my blood was filled with shame.... We’ll have to get there By Train.. I know her hair is much longer now. I used to hold her close but can’t remember how i picked up a newspaper then threw it away. There isn’t a headline in the world that has anything to say .. it was cold when i hit the northern towns. The leaves had fallen and the oil was set fire at the mains.. …We’ll have to get there by train. Winter was hungry i threw my things on the floor. my harmonica cracked like a knock on the door. i never knew i would know her a long time ago when i let her in and she laid on my pillow in a one room apartment behind the grocery store and the garbage trucks, like my blood she’s still in my veins... We’ll have to get there by Train... one corrupt mind last longer than others you can’t fill up your bag and remember your mother, a hole in the wall can be filled up with bricks but a torn out spirit is much harder to fix i drove two thousand miles to the foot of her door it’s impossible to breath when emotions hollow your core... ….we’ll have to get there by train when long black tassels fill up a room the left over mess can’t be cleaned with a broom on top of the food chain there’s a circle of brothers who believe that some animals are more equal than others. underneath your coffin when nothing remains you were born into the light but it’s not God that brought you your fame.. we’ll have to get there by Train