Seasons of strangers, they come and go
Straight to your door, snakes have gone crazy tonight
A laugh, a joke, a sentiment wasted
Cinders and chaff, laugh at the moon
Engineer, slow down this old train
Winding their way out of sight
Doldrums are pounding, cheapskates are clowning this town
Night birds will cackle, rotting like apples on trees
Who could disown themselves now?