MUSIC FOR SALE

The morning train is rolling ‘long the railroad line
The little town’s still resting on the foggy plain
To get away from troubles it takes whiskey sometimes
Although it’s mainly useless because scars remain

Amongst the biggest crowd I feel alone as well
Friends are my salvation but they could even do me harm
I’ve been standing on the gallows, had no tale to tell
But no one threw any stone, it was a false alarm

My heart’s a sort of tank but I am filled with rain
And my soul spends its nights playing cards with pain
As flowers fade away I’m on the edge of misery
I’m strong enough to try but I don’t know if I will ever break free

No one can lord it over me, there’s nothing I adore
I’m the rambling pilgrim who sold his dreams
I left my home and family to reach this lonely shore
I thought it was the answer, but it’s harder than it seems

The morning train is rolling ‘long the railroad line
To get away from troubles it takes whiskey sometimes