About a Train

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