well i ride on a mail train can t buy me no thrill well i ve been up all night leanin on the windowsill well if i die on top of the hill if i don t make it you know my baby will hit it don t the moon look good mama goin down over the trees don t the brakeman look good mama flagging down the double e don t the sun look good goin down over the sea don t my gal look fine when she s comin after me play it now stephen ah pick it wilson aah aah aah aah aah hit it one more time now  now the wintertime is coming the windows are all filled up with frost i tried to tell everybody but i could not get across well i wanna be your lover baby i don t wanna be your boss don t say i didn t warn you when your train gets lost a na na na na yeah a na na na na yeah a na na na na yeah a na na na na yeah 