rails dont run in circles like this gun they only shoot straight cant stop trying to bend the ground ive covered now and the clock ticks louder when i try to slow it down none can judge the things ive done here i done what i had to do and just a little bit more rows of faces who could never see me anyhow i hitch to juno fore they figure it out cant you hear that last train come rolling come to carry old days away cant you hear the hard times and hard times slipping away sideways rain wont hurt you like memories it only sharpens time he had the lost look of an angel in a broken town and i could just as well have thought to never come around love didnt have it in her dark and heavy like a twisted child spilt the waters of a rough and trashed out sea left me running down the frontage road off highway 3 cant you hear that last train come rolling come to carry old days away cant you hear the hard times and hard times slipping away cant you hear that last train come rolling come to carry old days away cant you hear the hard times and hard times slipping away people lie for a reason like the law they make up your mind police never found me when i needed em anyhow and i sure dont need em now