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Well once I knew a railway girl, her age was 17 |
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I gave her all I had to give, but the baggage of my dreams |
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Stole me from the games we played, scorned me for my mask |
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And if she's gone she lingers on, I beg you please don't ask |
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'Twas on a dark March evening, south bound I did ride |
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My head was out the window when I found her at my side |
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Asked where I was goin' to, I told but where I came |
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For the jails in which I've done my time I fail hard to regain |
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Dark girl, dark girl it kills me so to watch you so afraid |
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You know that you've been real to those and realness should be paid |
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Her eyes gone wide, alive she cried. Does pleasure ever last? |
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We live to see, but patiently, I beg you please don't ask |
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She took me in despite my sins, fed me tea and such |
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And as she fell just like a child, I crumbled 'neath her touch |
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I held my breath and appeared to weep but the fragments of my brain |
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See each day's but a moment lad, I fail hard to regain |
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But as it goes the fiddler throws our values to the street |
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Whole world's pain and sayings as gay as impatience in his field |
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And captives of this Wall Street trade, we curse our mortal tasks |
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Forgive us though we all must go and where to, please don't ask |
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And now I am a misspent man who knows not where he's been |
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And oh so sapped with sufferin', the worst is yet unseen |
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Renounce myself for further wealth, I take each breath in vain |
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Still haunted by that railway girl, I fail hard to regain, hey |
