Lyrics: Old Familiar Steam
Album: Hitchhike To Rhome
Artist: Old 97’s
 

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 & fade out)