In my railroad Station
No one dreams of home
Life is like a flower
It grows and grows and grows
In my railroad Station
Jesus is a sin
Wine is just for kissing
cloths are just for skin
Yeah and it's fine
Windows full of seasons
stare in through the glass
Freight trains full of hours
sigh and whisper past
Pocketfuls of money
collect there on the floor
Everything is funny
No one's ever bored
Yeah and it's fine
In my new religion
you will be the dream
Light will gather round us
wash our conscience clean
And everyone will whisper
tongues of skin and bone
Nothing there to hold you
No one dies alone
