Casualties of the Times: Slow Train Night

Slow Train Night


Outside the Lucky Seven
Just across the tracks
You light your next cigarette… with the one that you just had
Two big styrofoam cups for one
Black as a skillet and twice as hot
Well it’s not exactly coffee
But it will do the job

Bag of beef jerky and a vampire jockey on the radio
Somebody’s always playing Credence but Proud Mary lately ain’t been acting so
She hasn’t been talking
But people are talking
You’ve been thinking of walking
And now you’re ready to go

But it’s a slow… train… night…
Coming down on this town
Coming down on this town
It’s a slow… train… night…
Coming down on this town
Coming down on this town
99 cars of coal can’t melt a dry ice heart
No tears are going to fall…
No tears… are going to fall

Rolling down your truck’s window
Sitting at the tracks
You hear the clunk click a-clankity-clack… of South Virginia passing by
Against the wheel you lay your head
Like the victim of an accident
Thinking of that scene
How she just walked out of the bath

Silver dollar in the cotton – you can barley see Orion but he’s always there
It never did make much sense to you but now you’d welcome company from anywhere
You just feel like talking
But nobody’s stopping
It’s nice to feel somebody watching
When all the angels have earned their wings

And it’s a slow… train… night…
Coming down on this town
Coming down on this town
It’s a slow… train… night…
Coming down on this town
Coming down on this town
99 cars of coal can’t melt a dry ice heart
No tears are going to fall
But it’s hard to find your way
Out in all this fog
You’re getting smaller… against it all


November 2, 2007