[heck] my grandma used to spin yarns bout a / spectral locomotive
that would rocket past their ranch at night / a single soul who rode it
a silhouette is all you see there ain’t no one alone as he

they say hew’s a musician and a man of superstition
go figure that – cause now he’s but a / ghostly apparition
a solitary spirit on the / red-eye to perdition
for once he was mercurial but now he’s just ethereal
– as he rides through the endless desert reach

you can still hear the whistle / on a bold blood moon night
you can hear the steel a shakin / through a ghastly cloud of light
you can feel the engine rumble / as it thunders out of sight
and her lonely nameless passenger / forever he will ride

he gave his gal an ultimatum – can’t tell you what it was verbatim
said regretful words and ate em
[his] emotions done betrayed him / and his own obsessions played him
the 513 he’s doomed to ride / a construct of his own design [that’s irony]

you can still hear the whistle / on a bold blood moon night
you can feel the ground a-rumble / as it thunders into sight
you can hear the airbrakes screaming as it rockets through the void
and her ghostly nameless passenger / is ever so annoyed

[yodel]

you know they say his ticket’s good until eternity
and that he lived and died his lie upon the 513
a specter now is all you see / there ain’t no soul alone as he

you can still hear the whistle / on a bold blood moon night
you can hear the engine roaring / as it rockets out of sight
you can feel the ground a rumble as it / vanishes into the mist
and her lonely nameless passenger / perennially …

doomed to ride a phantom train / until the end of everythane