where will you go
when this day is over
a gambler`s purse
lays in the road
straight to your door
snakes have gone crazy tonight
winding their way out of sight
laugh, joke
  the sentiment wasted
  seasons and strangers, 
  they come and go
  the doldrums are pounding
  cheapskates are clouding this town
  who could disown themselves now
engineer
  slow down that old
  train
  send us in chaff
  laugh at the moon
  nightbirds will cackle
  rotting like apples on trees
  send in their dead melodies
  to me.