I see the slow train coming
Up over the hill
Still got miles to go
But even so
I feel the shaking still
The light at Thompson's Station
In the last seconds of dusk
Paints a funeral, so beautiful
To the memory of us
And now I'm waiting, by the ρhone
A slowly breaking heart that knows
You're gonna make me, lonesome when you [A7go
The bones down by the ɾiver
Beneath the waning moon
And the crows feed on [C7]the carrion
They'll feed on [C7]us too soon
I sold my [A]heart for [Dm7]stolen gold
I played my [A]part so I suppose
You're gonna make me lonesome when you [A7go
I see the slow tɾain coming
Up over the hill
Still got [Fm7]miles to [C7]go
But even so
I feel the shaking still