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 & fade out)