Slow Train Comin'

I see a slow train coming

Up over the hill

Still got miles to go

But even so

I feel the shaking still

The light at Thompson’s Station

In the last seconds of dusk

Paints a funeral

So beautiful

To the memory of us

And now I'm waiting by the phone

A slowly breaking heart that knows

You’re gonna make me lonesome when you go

The bones down by the river

Beneath the waning Moon

While the crows feed on

The carrion

They’ll feed on us too soon

I sold my heart for stolen gold

I played my part so I suppose

You’re gonna make me lonesome when you go

I see a slow train coming

Up over the hill

Still got miles to go

But even so

I feel the shaking still