behind the old man s eyes there s a story on the brain and inside every bottle there s the whistle of a train a night in stir is nothing more than shelter from the rain he hopped aboard a westbound back in nineteen sixty three he jumped the tracks at midnight outside of kankakee no harm done a hobo s legs torn off below the knees midnight willie won t you sing that song again midnight willie won t you sing that song again he sits there in the shadows of the hotel monterey and every quarter on the step is ten more songs he ll play i got no use for small change in my pocket anyway midnight willie won t you sing that song again midnight willie won t you sing that song again there s nothin more to livin boy than everything you ve ever done if fate don t catch you standin still it ll catch you on the run yeah it ll catch you on the run me i m just another settin sun i m just another settin sun and when the day is over and the town has gone to bed he crawls down to the corner for some juice to line his head running dry out on the skids a man could wake up dead behind the old man s eyes there s a story on the brain and in that broken bottle you can hear a westbound train a hobo dies out on the skids a quarter to his name midnight willie won t you sing that song again midnight willie won t you sing that song again