Old 97S

Old Familiar Steam

Old 97S


By the time you leave 
I'll be saving all my green 
For a homebound train to carry me 
On old familiar steam. 

I wish you'd hurry up, 
And leave or come around. 
Well the moon is waning hard tonight. 
I 'm leaving my home town. 

And the train rolls on with no pilot. 
And the station's left me I know. 
But if you should happen to find it, 
Please bring it home, bring it home. 

I traded all my stops 
For a pillow made of rails. 
In an empty room I listen to 
The lonely whistle wails. 

I woke up to feet, 
That I took to be your shoes, 
And the train lay tracks that deafened me, 
Shook my insides loose. 

And the train rolls on with no pilot, 
And the station's left me I know. 
But if you should happen to find it, 
Please bring it home, bring it home. 

And the point of all this living, 
Is the dying still to come. 
And I could be forgiven, 
But I just won't, I just won't. 
(Cool Don Walser yodel