When you come to dig me up from the ashes
and scrape all the rust off of me
and put my wheels on rails again
and I begin to roll, to roll, to roll once more
On that day, the sorrows will be looking for me
and, out of work, they will mourn
The rains will fall fiercely
and will ask of each other:
Whatever happened to that train that was always watching...
Whatever happened to that train that was always watching...
...the other trains pass by?
...the other trains pass by?