The Railroad Man

The last sky-bound train will be leaving at midnight,
From the small lone platform shrouded in snow
The railroad technician will go to his bedroom,
Lie down in his bunk bed, his wellies still on

Looking at someone痴 old faded 叢hoto
He値l pour, drink, and bite down a salty tear
He値l open his window, he値l pull out his shotgun
And he値l start shooting down star after star

And the sky-bound train keeps travelling onwards
On rails made of moonlight rushing away
And the sky-bound train is carrying from here
All those who can still be helped in some way

The railroad technician will reach into his pocket
From his faded old uniform into the light
He値l pull out a banknote, an iron spoon
And a ticket for the train rushing into the night

And when in the east the sun appears
And its rays push apart the night痴 anguished lows
He値l pull out his shotgun, and pour in some powder,
And put its cold iron to his aching brow

And the sky-bound train keeps travelling onwards
On rails made of moonlight rushing away
And the sky-bound train is carrying from here
All those who can still be helped in some way