Old No. 9

We walk into the desert wind along the desert rail
 With bent hearts and stitched on wings
 Across the Tamarisk plains we tell our tale of woe
 To those who would hear such things
 We are the spirits-we are the spirits
 Arrived at the end of the line
 We are the spirits-we are the spirits
 The line that fell to earth
 We walk into the desert wind along the desert rail
 With bent hearts and stitched on wings across the Tamarisk Plains
 We are the spirits of the Old No. 9
 We dine at the End of the Line
 We are the spirits of the Old No. 9
 The line that fell to earth
 We look into the blasting sound along the mountain rail
 With ticking clicking flickering form across the windswept sands
 Where we are now
 Stars pulled down
 Where we are now
 Stars pulled down
 Gravity is slipping
 The caterwaul cry
 Happy as the devil in blue
 Gravity is slipping
 The caterwaul cry
 Happy as the devil in the blue suit
 Here come the devil in the blue suit
 We are the spirits
 Where we are now
 Stars pulled down
 Where we are now
 Stars pulled down