I'll be saving all my green For a homebound train to carry me
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.
For a pillow made of rails. In an empty room I listen to The lonely whistle wails.
That I took to be your shoes, And the train lay tracks that deafened me,
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. But I just won't, I just won't. (Cool Don Walser yodel & fade out)