`Bout A Train

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 train's 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 he's holding The world is a stone hanging in the night The train's 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