Lyrics

TRAITOR’S MOON

There’s a midnight train - passes my hometown
With box cars from Memphis and Sante Fe
And a romance for anyone down that line
Can you hear that whistle blow?
Can you hear - hear it cry?

Now it’s the end of my time marked by this Traitor’s Moon
Ribbon track clicking here to a big rail tune
And the sparks they are rising as the coyote yips
As the night grows cold - I can feel it’s grip

Now I’ve never been to Memphis - never been too far
When I hear that night owl scream it pulls at my heart
Oh I cannot find my way there - it holds no truth
Still I hear that whistle moan - hear it - hear it cry

I hear them shunting in the moonlight
Silhouettes on the page
Setting up our Colville run to end our days
It’s our dance to fruition on the holy night
And I touch my lover’s skin and hold on tight

So I lay here in my dark room with the stars shut tight
I can see feel that seamless sky in some far off night
I’m dreaming - I’m falling - I’m out of control
Just a white light down that steel rail
With no place left to go

No place x3

Yip Yay

© Fredrick Brooks