Take a little walk to the edge of town And go across the tracks Where the viaduct looms Like a bird of doom As it shifts and cracks Where secrets lie in the border fires In the humming wires Hey man, you know You’re never coming back
On a gathering storm comes A tall handsome man In a dusty black coat with A red right hand
Where the viaduct looms Like a bird of doom As it shifts and cracks Where secrets lie in the border fires In the humming wires Hey man, you know You’re never coming back
On a gathering storm comes A tall handsome man In a dusty black coat with A red right hand