La la la la la la la And in the hours that followed, no one could repair In the quiet morning, there was much despair That poor girl, tossed by the tides of misfortune Barely here to tell her tale, rolled in on a sea of disaster Rolled out on a mainline

All my love's in vain When the train, it left the station, with two lights on behind I followed her to the station, with a suitcase in my hand And I followed her to the station, with a suitcase in my hand Well, it's hard to tell, it's hard to tell, when

You know I hobo'd, hobo'd, hobo'd, hobo'd Hobo'd a long, long way from home, oh Lord When I first thought to hobo'in, hobo'in I took a freight train to be my friend, oh Lord You know my mother, she followed me that mornin', me that mornin', that mornin'

All my love's in vain When the train, it left the station, with two lights on behind I followed her to the station, with a suitcase in my hand And I followed her to the station, with a suitcase in my hand Well, it's hard to tell, it's hard to tell, when

Plastic bag in the sea Mysterious form, soul in the dark Under this heavy sealing concrete waves Followed by servants, funeral cortège This pale ghost is gathering his strength Ghost, pale, the procession is crawling Plastic form dead things, it is now

Getting drunk with these bitches and when they leave, they get followed I got a story to tell, you know I cherish thee Hope it ain't too many feelings involved I see niggas in this bitch, stuntin', popping bottles Fall asleep with that bitch and really

With her suitcase in my hand You know it's hard to tell, it's hard to tell All my love's in vain And I followed her to the station Woh I followed her to the station When all your love's in vain, all my love's in vain When the train rolled in to the

Plastic bag in the sea Mysterious form, soul in the dark Under this heavy sealing concrete waves Followed by servants, funeral cortège This pale ghost is gathering his strength Ghost, pale, the procession is crawling Plastic form dead things, it is now

All my love's in vain When the train, it left the station, with two lights on behind I followed her to the station, with a suitcase in my hand And I followed her to the station, with a suitcase in my hand Well, it's hard to tell, it's hard to tell, when

Say something, I'm giving up on you Anywhere, I would've followed you I'll be the one, if you want me to And I am feeling so small It was over my head I know nothing at all And I will stumble and fall I'm still learning to love Just starting to crawl