Midday on a train, another town, another name
Another stranger tries not to catch my eye
An umbrella on the rack aims to drop down on my back
Its owner has a look of love gone dry
The easter line is making all the stops it has to make
Speeding past a line of cars, the moon puts a back in full
The easter line is making all the stops it has to make
Roaring through the aftermath where boilers once did go
While the freight's left for the road, the waiting room is cold
The station master's house is at full sail
Take a look, many years back, street of gold sprung from the tracks
Wheels of steel were never known to fail
The easter line is making all the stops it has to make
Speeding past a line of cars, the moon puts a back in full
The easter line is making all the stops it has to make
Roaring through the aftermath where boilers once did go
The lady soars at the man next to the door
Can't hear reavers as her hippies idle plays
And what's more, his dog is on the floor
Steam will rise and spread when dugging in her face
The easter line is making all the stops it has to make
Speeding past a line of cars, the moon puts a back in full
The easter line is making all the stops it has to make
Roaring through the aftermath where boilers once did go
The easter line is making all the stops it has to make
Speeding past a line of cars, the moon puts a back in full
The easter line is making all the stops it has to make
Roaring through the aftermath where boilers once did go
The easter line is making all the stops it has to make