Sahara Smith Follow

In the arches of his feet and in the hollows of his hands,
There’s a way into my heart that I can barely understand.
And at the bottom of my mind I make a wish for him to stay,
And it echoes in the wind, he walks away he walks away.

Train man, west bound,
Badlands, and ghost towns.
I can’t sleep, warm hands can’t keep, a train man.

He keeps the candlelight and leaves me here to memorize the dark,
and leaves a fog inside my head that feathers everything apart.
And at the bottom of my mind, I make a wish that he’ll come home
And it echoes in the wind, I sleep alone, I sleep alone.

Train man, west bound,
Badlands, and ghost towns.
I can’t sleep, warm hands can’t keep, a train man.

I see it in his eyes, a bad moon on the rise.

Train man, west bound,
Badlands, and ghost towns.
I can’t sleep, warm hands can’t keep, a train man.

Train man, west bound,
Badlands, and ghost towns.
I can’t sleep, warm hands can’t keep, a train man.

Train Man.

Oooo, Train Man. Oooo, Train Man. Oooooo, oooooooo.

Oooooo Train Man. Ooooo.