Too far gone And left out alone And you have known That I've got no home And I'll cleanse My frame The train Lost saints do roam And warm coals do glow That ramshackle snow It fills up my bowl And I feel That twang The train Raid through my tomb And dig out that womb And on display real soon To box up these wounds And I rise Again The train Blood-stained shawl That's nailed to these walls And she walks these halls For cash forward withdrawals But she flies From pain The train My rot iron skin That's hailed by soiled man Come and live within And find your new kin While I breathe Hot rain The train The train The train Train