All the doughnuts have names that sound like prostitutes
 And the moon's teeth marks are on the sky
 Like a tarp thrown all over this
 And the broken umbrellas like dead birds
 And the steam comes out of the grill
 Like the whole goddamn town's ready to blow...
 And the bricks are all scarred with jailhouse tattoos
 And everyone is behaving like dogs
 And the horses are coming down Violin Road
 And Dutch is dead on his feet
 And all the rooms they smell like diesel
 And you take on the dreams of the ones who have slept here
 And I'm lost in the window, and I hide in the stairway
 And I hang in the curtain, and I sleep in your hat...
 And no one brings anything small into a bar around here
 They all started out with bad directions
 And the girl behind the counter has a tattooed tear
 One for every year he's away, she said
 Such a crumbling beauty, ah
 There's nothing wrong with her that a hundred dollars won't fix
 She has that razor sadness that only gets worse
 With the clang and the thunder of the Southern Pacific going by
 And the clock ticks out like a dripping faucet
 til you're full of rag water and bitters and blue ruin
 And you spill out over the side to anyone who will listen...
 And I've seen it all, I've seen it all
 Through the yellow windows of the evening train