Diesel Town

DIESEL TOWN

The trains pull in, but nothing pulls out
The railroad bulls watch them tear the depot down
Some clock clicks a schedule I cannot see
Conductor grinds his watch into the ground

There’s a time table here, but nobody’s saying
A fare bein’ charged you best be paying
You’re late on the rails, but no one’s staying around
All aboard for Diesel Town

From the grass of Wyoming to the steel of Chicago
The singing rails move your burning coal
From the Texas Plains to the Puget Sound
Prayers and songs while the death-white bomb cars roll

There’s a time table here, but nobody’s saying
A fare bein’ charged you best be paying
You’re late on the rails, but no one’s staying around
All aboard for Diesel Town

I watch ’til late the fire’s red glow
The hump-backed lights as they shine into the clouds
I listen to the screech and scream of the wheels
Beneath the dirty black diesel growls

Wild hand on the throttle running out of control
The rails spin a web into my soul
I’m caught in a trap that surely must drag me down
All aboard for Diesel Town