he’s sitting on a train going nowhere

wondering if the train is derailed

on a train by a river a seat of black leather

a casual jug at his side

he’s looking down the empty aisle

to ask conductor what’s this trip all about

the wheels have stopped moving scenery’s still tearing past

long time since you shouted ‘all aboard’

hey river keep on flowing

you clouds just keep drifiting by

sun keep on rising my eyes are going down

a train whistle starts to cry

he cast a stone down the wishing well

chasing after a time and a name

wide window white curtain invite him to look ouside

rusty wheels sit on silver rails

hey river…

he’s sitting with a hand on a pistol

in his head lost days of sun swarm like bees

fixing his hat in the greasy window glass

sun spills on the rip in his knees

1990