There is a pretty girl
Blowin' down the old railway
(Sometimes that's all you got left)
And the old dreams fill his head
She walks by every day
He reads his dirty magazines
'Cause the dreams pass through his mind
And mops the bathroom floor
Right down DeKalb Avenue
Like the years, he'll never find
Down the Pennsylvania Turnpike
And I wonder she's goin'
When he lays down in his bed
There is an old man
And both feet on the floor
Walking a yellow dog
He lost a digit in the war
There is a warm wind
And he don't know where he's goin'
It don't matter anyway
Where the treetops meet the stars
There is a wild wind
He's lived a hard life
Where the Marta meets the fog
Night shift at the Stop-N-Go
Blowin' down the lost highway
He keeps one hand on the shotgun
