| Here comes that cherry pain |
| Like knowing I'm going to be on and all the same |
| Here comes that cherry pain |
| All things faded to their own way |
|
| You made this engine, lord keep it running |
| They called my brother Jesus of nothing |
| I haven't ever gone back again |
| Heard a train everywhere I been |
|
| A maimed song in an overcoat |
| First song on an overdose |
| Living on is a wage of sin |
| Your only mask, your suffering |
|
| Anyone here could have touched me |
| A touch is only rain |
| Somebody said that they miss me |
| But who that was I couldn't say |
| They all called it a day when I'd left already |
|
| Forgive me father for being hungry |
| So long sister, mean and ugly |
| Dreams stripped down to a ragged memory |
| I see a face everywhere they send me |
|
| Never coming this way again |
| I heard a train everywhere I been |
| There's no such thing as an easy way down |
| Or sleepwalking on holy ground |
|
| Anyone here could have touched me |
| A touch is only rain |
| Somebody said that they miss me |
| But who that was I couldn't say |
| They all called it a day when I'd left already |
|
| This engine, keep it running |
| Your master is suffering |
| I'm never coming this way again |
| I heard a train everywhere I been |
|
| Looking around down underground |
| Sleepwalking and easy down |
| Bury the nail and you leave it in |
| Living on is a wage of sin |
|
| Anyone here could have touched me |
| A touch is only rain |
| Somebody said that they miss me |
| But who that was I couldn't say |
| They all called it a day when I'd left already |
|
| You shouldn't have walked with me love |
| You know my eyes don't see |
| Nothing but this strange and perfect dream |
| Where all things are lone |
| Like the dog I am |
| Just one more ride, just one more chance |
| Here comes that cherry pain |
|