Old 97’s – Old Familiar Steam

By the time you leave

I’ll be saving all my green

For a homebound train to carry me

On old familiar steam.

I wish you’d hurry up,

And leave or come around.

Well the moon is waning hard tonight.

I ‘m leaving my home town.

And the train rolls on with no pilot.

And the station’s left me I know.

But if you should happen to find it,

Please bring it home, bring it home.

I traded all my stops

For a pillow made of rails.

In an empty room I listen to

The lonely whistle wails.

I woke up to feet,

That I took to be your shoes,

And the train lay tracks that deafened me,

Shook my insides loose.

And the train rolls on with no pilot,

And the station’s left me I know.

But if you should happen to find it,

Please bring it home, bring it home.

And the point of all this living,

Is the dying still to come.

And I could be forgiven,

But I just won’t, I just won’t.

(Cool Don Walser yodel & fade out)