Mister DJ won't you please play me a song?. Play it for an old boy who's a long, long way from home. With a thousand miles ahead and a thousand miles behind.
Midnight train, roll on. Midnight train, roll on. . Clear them tracks and keep that whistle blowin'. Take this stranger on to Santa Fe. It seems like romance and danger.
He blew in town at midnight. And he didn't mean to stay. And then he found her. Just at closing time at the Alamo Cafe. . And the way he smiled and carried on.
In my heart I feel a change. What once was now looks so strange. You're out at sea and I'm ashore. These wounds don't seem to wait. If you're a fist I'm a window pane.
There is nothing for which I am responsible. Just this baggage that I keep carrying on. As if I had someone. . Okay, maybe there is a woman somewhere.
You follow the footsteps. Echoes leading down the hall. To a room, there's music playing. Tiny bells with moving parts. Here the shadows make things ugly.
Helping the kids out of their coats. But wait the babies haven't been born. Unpacking the bags and setting up. And planting lilacs and buttercups. . But in the meantime I've got it hard.
I was cold in a dream. Somewhere close to the surface. Between the ice and the stream. There is three inches of air. . So I swam towards the light. I let my breath get there first.
I used up your compassion, so I come to make a trade. You can ?leave/hate? me but just love me in return. And if I know where to find you, I'll stay out of your way.
There is no beginning to the story, a bookshelf sinks into the sand. And a language learned and forgot, in turn is studied once again. It's a shocking bit of footage viewed from a shitty TV screen.
I traveled though the atmosphere as a wall of feedback climbed. The pegs were gold, the band was old, they played in half time. Now every dream gets whittled down just like every fool gets wise.
I heard you're scheming new pyramids. Another big idea to get you rich. Make a plan to love me sometime soon. . You said you had your foot in the door.
Our love is dead but without limit. Like the surface of the moon. Or the land between here and the mountains. Well, it is not these hiding places that have kept us innocent.
The kitchen is cold. But the coffee is warm. And the suns coming up. The day has just begun. And your already bored. . Bored of cheering me up. Bored of calming me down.
I can't believe it's true I finally got you here. I've been waiting for this moment for some years. Ive been torn down enough to know. Everyone goes through this door.
Things are much worse. Than what I first let on. I'm spinning out. I don't know how I let things get. So far gone. So far gone. . I don't know how I. Let the stakes get so high.
We met in Montreal. Far from the crime. Moving in circles. Running with so little time. Sat and we talked. About rumors and lies. Stayed til the sun hit the floor.
Well I've been out walking. Talking to moon and tree. And the tall spring grass. Like waves on a dark green sea. So much of what we are. We will always be.
Walking through the snow kicking my heels. Seems that sunlight never felt so good before. Bet you really don't know how it feels. I don't have to answer to anyone no more.
As far as the eye could see. From the horizon to infinity. Static forces down the line. Connecting voices talking rhymes. . Can't decode nor can define.