Hump Yard Contemplations

You're working up to something that you don't even believe
You arrive when to get there, but you don't know how to leave
It's half past Sunday, you're working on the trains tonight

The skies they cracked on friday and the wind began to blow
Stirring up the dirty storm, tearing up the roads
You had to take your running down to the yards that night

Well, I wish there was a break man of some old fashioned thing
Jump off while the whistle blew and all the while I'd sing
'Cause everything will be alright, working on the trains tonight

The barstop boys, the good old days, they won't be found tonight
Some of them might have been shot down somewhere in midflight
But you don't have to worry, the money on the train's alright
It's alright

But I know that's not the way it is when you're a restless soul
Can't go chasing hurricanes to track forty road
When you wake up late at night with this nagging at your head
Brought up by conditions you can't get used to or forget

There's a drifter, there's a dreamer, there's a broken down old man
Can't know when you're taking off, just where you're gonna land
You might still find something working on the trains tonight

I can tell that she's in love with you in a desperate sort of way
It's always a shame to break someone's heart but there is no other way
To get away from where you're going working on the trains tonight

You can't know when to drop your bags, it just happens like it does
Be sure that you're living now, 'cause you're heading back to dust
And I know that's not the way it is when you're a restless soul
You're forced to chase the answers to the questions that you yet don't know
That you don't know