Train, Train

 

Train, Train, Train that leads me to my grave

And you know, I ain't never coming back

 

I spent 3 years in the slum 

Just for hell to wait for me

Ain't it amazing what some bread and wine

It could do for somebody 

 

Train, Train, Train that leads me to my grave

And you know, I ain't never coming back

 

I heard Frank and Johnny moan

As that train rolled along

Oh so can't you tell me mamma

Who would ever do such wrong

 

Train, Train, Train that leads me to my grave

And you know, I ain't never coming back

 

 

Winter's Cold

 

There's a fire by the feedery 

A wild desire filled with mystery 

But I seen a hammer chase a nail

Watched a fox that lost his tail

It was later sold  

To help me fight a winter's cold 

 

I hear the robin by my door

I hear her singing but she always leaves before

I can ever catch a glance

I can tell that bird flies fast

Soon I'll get my hold

It'll help me fight the winter's cold 

 

I hear the train down Mason Street

Horns a blowing, I go back to sleep

But the sun is shining blue and gold

And tamales are being sold

Hear her yelling from down the road

Could she maybe

Help me fight the winter's cold

 

 

Holy Moly

 

Holy moly, holy cow

I lost my way and I don't know how

I broke your heart then said goodbye

Left us both alone to cry 

 

A sweet sonata on a promenade 

It don't feel too much like a holiday 

A doubt in me has a history

I'm cursed by my impulsivity 

 

And challenged by the changing tide

The river's long, deep, and wide

So long green eyes and short red hair

Prettiest skin, so soft, so fair

 

Alone again and home there too

I'd love to say it's something new

But me and I and we know all too well

Its just the same old story that I tell

 

 

Tell Me

 

Tell me when do you think about me

I think about you all the time

If I was right won't you please tell me why

I can't get you out, out of mind

 

Its black then its white then it's clean out of sight

Soon it will bring my demise

 

Tell me when do you think about me

I think about you all the time

A street or a sign all they do is remind

Me of the times of walking beside you 

 

The work and the pain keeps ruining my days

Keeps from feeling alive 

Tell me when do you think about me

That's what I want to know

 

Oh how these nights fend off my might

To even try, try and go on 

 

St. Johns Place

 

Take a walk down saint johns place, take the 2 or the 3

Find me at Teddy's Greek with cheer and souvlaki 

And Tony the rugged man, he lives upon the street

Find him in my stairwell swept upon a dream

On Saint John's Place

 

Dee she knows her patrons well, brings them every week

Opens those bay windows and hears the city speak

And Ali's got his laundromat, works there everyday

Calypso rings through his office door as he bring my clothes to me

On Saint John's Place

 

Lex and Shane they know it well and me I feel the same

What wonder lies before my eyes, the grace of Saint John's Place 

 

 

Magic to the Lonely 

 

I'm searching for some magic to the lonely

But there's none round here for me to find

See my two feet they walk so far below me

They take me down a road I don't decide

 

Dust out my eyes and try to see

Brush out my lungs and try to breath 

Wont you please

Send magic to the lonely 

 

Still searching for that magic to the lonely

A potion or a spell will do me fine

A hint of something sweet that helps control me 

And takes me so far from this place and time

 

Dust out my eyes but still don't see

Brush out my lungs and try to breath 

Wont you please

Send magic to the lonely 

 

And magic to the lonely I now seek

Can't you see how I am weak 

And you know I've grown so tired of living this lonely 

 

I saw your face today and you looked happy

I guess for me, we can't say the same 

 

Magic to the lonely now I do seek

Even if it only lasts the week 

Cause you know I've grown so tired of living this lonely