Snow falls on the railroad ties this evening
And the shoulders of the overcoated men
Standing guard o'er the trains
That have long since run the main
And will likely never feel the rails again

And the voices that I once had heard so clearly
And found at once so easy to believe
Have shifted in the wind
As it trails around the bend
And fall like a dead language on me

And the hinges of the morning are creaking
And there's no one here to hear except for me
And the days before have turned
As the flags on the main sails burned
And like broken ships have sank into the sea

And I ain't waiting on any passing train
Nor howling at the moon to freeze its face
And I ain't selling off my soul for company
I'm already taking up this space

And the friends that I have known to bare their faces
They shine just like stars on an empty night
And I can draw them into patterned lines and spaces
But the borders of my memory bend the light

And with outward eyes I'd find repose
In my dealings with the merchants of the sea
But Neptune's creatures dwell
Beneath both calm and stormy swell
And no pirate crew can raise you from the deep

And the poets on the stand can bear no witness
They all must first agree on déjà vu
Like a nose against a rose
Or the leaves when the March wind blows
No net of words could carry this to you

But you had me once before
When I waited by your gated, golden door
Not long before I learned not to linger where it's cold
And when I left you were leaning on your door

And I ain't calling out anybody's name
Nor whining for the trees above to bend
And I ain't lonesome 'bout any one girl
I'm just lonesome 'bout being in this world