By the time you leave
I'll be saving all my green
For a homebound train to carry me
On old familiar steam.
I wish you'd hurry up,
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.
I traded all my stops
For a pillow made of rails.
In an empty room I listen to
The lonely whistle wails.
I woke up to feet,
That I took to be your shoes,
And the train lay tracks that deafened me,
Shook my insides loose.
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.
And I could be forgiven,
But I just won't, I just won't.