Woody and Paul

Train Song I

Somewhere in the west
Far away from here
A man warms a bench
Drinking from his tears
He's waiting for the last train
Nothing is to blame
Nothing is to blame

The man on the bench
Sits and drinks the last wine
Nineteen ninety white
Almost turning blue
Pointing at the red sky
Finding out what's true
What's really true

No ticking of the clock
Time moves like a bare slug
Seconds last a while
Seconds last a while
And from behind the dark clouds
He's longing for a smile
precious as a child

From a gentle breeze
Suddenly a sandstorm
Turns the station gold
Reminds him of the day
He still joined the wild bunch
from Santa Fe
To San Jose

Then his desparate mind
Sees but doesn't seem to
Hear a whistle blow
Moaning very low
Will this be the last train
Joy fills his brains
Joy fills his vains

A train of purple sticks
Slowly does approach him
Shrieking is the sound
Spiders crawl around
Rusty tracks stay frozen
The bench's turning cold
Slowly turning cold

Through the clouds of dust
All the shapes are equal
A train looks like a snake
A fox looks like a lake
Lonesome day in april
Full of pain and ache
Another heart to brake

Everything around
Now has turned to poison
Nothing more is real
At least that's how it feels
Thinking of the reason
All is turning black
All is turning black

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