Blood On The Tracks

He'll see the headlights on the train
Coming 'round again
Southbound, southbound

He'll push his back up to the wall
The roaring tracks inviting call
It asks tonight to end it all

She warns "Stand clear of closing doors"
But all his doors have closed
He's got nowhere to go
But southbound, southbound

His toes hang off of yellow lines
Too old for games, too young to die
To late to change his strung up mind
Across the platform people try

He say's "goodbye"

Blood on the tracks at college station
The train, the platform all are vacant
Ghost town, shut down, and shaken
Southbound, southbound.