Snow falls on the railroad ties this evening   And the shoulders of the over-coated men   Standing guard o’er the trains that have long since run the Main   And will likely never feel the rails again      And the voices that I once had heard so clearly   And found it once so easy to believe   Have shifted in the wind as it trails around the bend   And fall like a dead language on me      The hinges of the morning are creaking   And there’s no one here to hear except for me   And the days before have turned as the flags on the main sails burned   And like broken ships have sank into the sea      And I ain’t waitin’ on any passing train   Nor howlin’ at the moon to freeze its face   And I ain’t sellin’ off my soul for company   I’m already taking up this space      The friends I have known to bare their faces   They shine just like stars in an empty night   And I can draw them into patterned lines and spaces   But the borders of my memory bend the light      And with outward eyes I’d find repose   In my dealings with the merchants of the sea   But Neptune’s creatures dwell beneath both calm and stormy swell   And no pirate crew can raise you from the deep      The poets on the stand can bare no witness   They all must first agree on déjà vu   Like a nose against a rose, or the leaves when the March wind blows   No net of words could carry this to you      But you had me once before   When I waited by your gated golden door   Not long before I’d learn not to linger where it’s cold   And when I left you were leaning on your door      And I ain’t calling out anybody’s name   Nor whining for the trees above to bend   And I ain’t lonesome ‘bout any one girl   I’m just lonesome ‘bout being in this world