Oh, I guess they'll say I've grown 

I know more than I wanted to know 

I've said more than I wanted to say 



I'm heading home 

Yeah, but I'm not so sure 

That home is a place 

You can still get to by train 



So I'm looking out the window 

And I'm drifting off to sleep 

With my face pressed up against the pane 

With the rhythm of my heart 

And the ringing in my ears 

It's the rhythm of the Southbound Train 



Oh, and the wind starts to look like her hair 

And the clouds in her bright blue eyes 

As the sea and the shore fall and rise 

Like her breast as she breathes by my side 

And the moon is her lips as the sun 

Is headed on down to the sea 

Like her head as she lays down on me 

Until we reach Oceanside 



Over and over 

I hear the same refrain 

It's the rhythm of my heart 

And my sleepy girl's breathing 

It's the rhythm of my Southbound Train 



Oh, I suppose they'll say I should've known 

Or maybe I'm just feeling old 

Like a lawyer 

With no one to blame 



I'm headed home 

Yeah, but I'm not so sure 

That home is a place 

That will ever be the same 



So we gather up our things 

And we head out in the cold 

And your eyes are where you carry the pain 

When I hear the whistle weeping 

It's crying to the sky 

It's the rhythm of my Southbound Train 

It's the rhythm of my Southbound Train