Lyrics:

By the time you leave I'll be saving all my green For a homebound train to carry me On old familiar steam. I wish you'd hurry up, And leave or come around. Well the moon is waning hard tonight. I 'm leaving my home town. And the train rolls on with no pilot. And the station's left me I know. But if you should happen to find it, Please bring it home, bring it home. I traded all my stops For a pillow made of rails. In an empty room I listen to The lonely whistle wails. I woke up to feet, That I took to be your shoes, And the train lay tracks that deafened me, Shook my insides loose. And the train rolls on with no pilot, And the station's left me I know. But if you should happen to find it, Please bring it home, bring it home. And the point of all this living, Is the dying still to come. And I could be forgiven, But I just won't, I just won't. (Cool Don Walser yodel