a rainy night and I never did find out why
I just stood alone near the silver maple
trying to keep my cigarettes dry
Waiting for the fireman I
And deep inside my home, above the roar of the flame,
I swore I heard my telephone ring.
The rain let up, and we worked till dawn,
And when they cut the power, the lions went dead,
and I never got called again.
The house was gone by the break of dawn,
the air was cold and gray.
I just set off down the road alone,
but it's al ways gone that way
I thought I heard that train
at least it sounded like my name
Just a boy with no direction
I left my home behind and the sky changed
color once I crossed that town line.
My good friends did the best they could
to hold me down with them,
but I took one look and I packed my bags
and I slipped around the bend.
The lessons came from left and right
the first night out I found.
Ah, the laws were not made to protect
There was a cold street on the seacoast
I once tried to call home
While the church steeples
Like broken bones drinking whiskey
Catholic priest one night in the rectory
He just shook his head and said,
Then his eyes got wide and
But he just could not explain.
It was like he heard the sound of
The way I heard that train.
Now the years and the faces blur,
still I can't remember some.
There are women washing windows,
there were curses in the shapes of old men kneeling in the
There are things in this life a man
just does not get to choose.
I found a home in a tiny mountain town,
just a simple place to keep me dry when
the rain came pouring down a place to sleep the rent
was cheap brick walls and a new slate roof
well the landlord said you'll be safe here