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