Train Song

Black is the color I’m breathen
Grey rise the smoke in the sky
Cold cries a whistle on a train that’s a leaven
Ah leaving me a lonely tonight
Hard blows the breeze over the station
Hard blows the breeze over head
Train pulling out and sky’s coming down
Coming down like a bucket of lead
Leaving me a lonely tonight
Wiper willow cry
Red moon rise
On a starless sky
Two walked up on the platform bright
One rode off an a train bound for Pacific Heights