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

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'

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

And the madness overtakes us My God is better than yours And the walls of my house are so thick I hear nothing at all I followed you out in the storm But it carried you off And I burned every picture of yours Was that not enough? My gun is bigger than

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

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

With a suitcase in my hand It had two lights on behind Well I followed her, to the station Yeah, I followed her to the station Whoa, it's hard to tell, it's hard to tell When all your love's in vain When the train, come in the station I looked her in the

It's been a bad day Please don't take a picture Broadcast me a joyful noise unto the times, Lord Count your blessings We're sick of being jerked around We all fall down A public service Announcement followed me home the other day I paid it never mind

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