I see the slow train coming Up over the hill Still got miles to go But even so I feel the shaking still The light at Thompson's Station In the last seconds of dusk Paints a funeral, so beautiful To the memory of us And now I'm waiting by the phone A slowly breaking heart that knows You're gonna make me lonesome when you go ♪ The bones down by the river Beneath the waning moon And the crows feed on the carrion They'll feed on us too soon I sold my heart for stolen gold I played my part so I suppose You're gonna make me lonesome when you go ♪ I see the slow train coming Up over the hill Still got miles to go But even so I feel the shaking still