I guess they can’t revoke your soul for tryin’,
Get out of the door and light out and look all around.
Get on up on the floor
'Cause we’re gonna boogie oogie oogie
Till you just can’t boogie no more
More than a woman to me
There are stories old and true
Of people so in love like you and me
You had your stocking in your hand
Your panties in your purse
It was 10am
It’s one o’clock and time for lunch
Dum dee dum dee dum
When the sun beats down and I lie on the bench
I can always hear them talk
At 25 o’clock, that’s when you’re going to be mine
25 o’clock, we’ll be together 'til the end of time
Time is too slow for those who wait
And time is too swift for those who fear
Time is too long for those who grieve
And time is too short for those that laugh
Time passages.
I know you’re in there, you’re just out of sight.
Time passages.
Buy me a ticket on the last train home tonight.
And all the towns and people seem
To fade into a bad dream
And the steel rails still ain’t heard the news.
The conductor sings his song again,
The passengers will please refrain
This train’s got the disappearing railroad blues.
Blue railroad train
Goin’ down the railroad track
Makes me feel so doggone blue
To listen to that ol’ smokestack
Smoke on the water, fire in the sky
He’s riding hard to catch that herd, but he ain’t caught 'em yet
'Cause they’ve got to ride forever on that range up in the sky
On horses snorting fire
As they ride on hear their cry
Still they ride, on wheels of fire
They rule the night
Still they ride, the strong will survive
Chasing thunder
Did you think I’d crumble?
Did you think I’d lay down and die?
Oh no, not I!
I will survive
Me train running low on dream steam
They pull me whistle too hard me bound to scream
They shouldn’t do that
No no no they shouldn’t do that
He hears the silence howling, catches angels as they fall
And the all time winner has got him by the balls
Oh, he picks up Gideon’s Bible - it’s open at page one
I think God, he stole the handle
And the train, it won’t stop going, no way to slow down
No way to slow down…
Runaway train never coming back.
Wrong way on a one way track.
Seems like I should be getting somewhere.
Somehow, I’m neither here nor there.
There’s a Spanish train that runs between
Guadalquivir and old Saville,
And at dead of night the whistle blows,
and people hear she’s running still…
Saints and sinners all agree
Spanish is the loving tongue
But she never spoke Spanish to me
There were seven Spanish angels at the altar of the sun
They were praying for the lovers in the valley of the guns
When the battle stopped and the smoke cleared, there was thunder from the throne
And seven Spanish angels took another angel home.