Beyond The Highway

I had a job, I had a girl.

I had something going, mister, in this world.

 

I got laid off down at the brickyard…

Our love went bad, times got hard.

 

Now I work, all through the night.

Where all it ever does is rain.

 

She just said “Hey I gotta go

We had it once, we ain’t got it any more.”

She packed her bags, left me behind.

She bought a ticket on the Central Line.

 

Nights as I sleep, I hear that whistle whining

I feel her kiss in the misty rain.

 

Last night I heard your voice,

You were crying, crying, you were so alone…

You said your love had never died,

You were waiting for me at home.

 

I put on my jacket, I ran through the woods,

I ran till I thought my chest would explode.

 

There in the clearing, beyond the highway,

In the moonlight, our wedding house shone.

 

I rushed through the yard, I burst through the front door…

My head pounding hard, up the stairs I climbed.

 

The room was dark, our bed was empty

Then I heard that long whistle whine

And I dropped to my knees, hung my head and cried.

 

Now I swing a sledge hammer, on a railroad gang

Knocking down them cross ties, working in the rain…

 

Don’t it feel like you’re a rider on a Downbound Train?

 

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The next in my personal project, Springsteen and Noir. My visual interpretation of Bruce Springsteen's Downbound Train.

 

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