When the brakeman disappears,
Who's gonna make it out alright when
the final night train shows our face
It's true, I've seen a lot of women
here waiting just like you
Hear the fireman start a song,
Same song about his life and
his well -planned getaway
And it's a shame to hear such a pretty
voice with not one thing to say
You would have loved him back in town if
Moonlight on the water tower
In the shadow of the payphone
where the saints are getting bored
And it don't matter to them now
if it's real or just fool's gold
I heard all the saints tonight
Listen deep into the night girl
Can you hear the whistle blow?
Looks like you're gonna make
But there's one thing you must know
The only ones who can help you now
Are the ones who must stay
I've seen a lot of women here
There are some saints still in hiding
By the river in the reeds
And they're turning down every train
That don't feel the right speed
Sing them this song when you pass by
It'll be your last good deed
The same's about every night