Evening Train(Live)

Evening Train
© 2009 Phil Gates

It’s such a lonely town
Nobody knows my name
It’s a crazy town
I’m ‘bout to go insane

Gotta get back home
On that evening train

I’m workin’ on the line
High on a desert plain
A factory workers time
Is like a ball and chain

I’ve gotta head back home
On that evening train

Well in the morning time
I grab my walking cane
Back to the factory line
High on the desert plain

I’m waiting to ride back home
On that evening train.