Lost dog over the train tracks   Moonlight falls on a Midwest main street   Where all of the dogs eat good meat   And nobody shows their real face   Over the train tracks all the stoplights fail      Hometown, same as you left it   Pants down, cigarettes hung from a keychain   Jean jackets reek in the warm rain   What ever happened to Sweet Jane?   She went from Velvet to Junkie and hung her head in shame      Old ghosts ride in the back seat   Dead friends sleep in the cafes   New loves beg for attention   Pull your heart back in their direction   Last call, over the train tracks all those lost dogs howl