All paths of glory lead but to the grave The hellhounds are out for some lucky life to save A life-giving coal's just an ember in the end In our town they bury the dead above the ground But I'm waiting Waiting for the last train The one that doesn't have a name Which of us has looked into his father's heart Which of us is not always forever in the dark In New Orleans the ghosts they all live above the ground Which of us is not always a stranger and alone Cuz I'm waiting Waiting for the last train The one that doesn't have a name Somewhere in the city there's insanity around That's what you get when you bury above ground The water that flows on past magnolia mound Is what keeps us lost and we're never to be found