New world express
05/08 2023
Call it the freight train blues,
Call it the train full of gamblers and booze,
Call it love for all time, everlasting muse.
Call it peace in the world where blue comes in hues,
Only a dream, only a dream to refuse.
They call it the new world express,
Hear its lonesome whistle blow.
Order half a drink of water, half a gallon gasoline,
And listen to the words of the lonely dean
Told poorly through a nasally voice,
Convincing only because they have no choice.
The old world begging to be explored
Calls them and offers a hangover as reward.
They call it the new world express,
Hear its lonesome whistle blow.
The man who goes like Banquo's ghost
With hollow eyes with no pupils to boast,
Who skulks around the long drawn shadows
Of the afternoon sun which aches to close
Reciting enticing sins for the nearly dead,
And selling salvation if they ever forget.
They call it the new world express,
Hear its lonesome whistle blow.
To hear you tell it, I can't help but cry
I stare out the window at the highlands and try
To think of the moment I wrote that letter
And promised that I'd do you one better,
All the best, all the best to you ---
Let blue be but the color, see the sparrow that flew.
They call it the new world express,
Hear its lonesome whistle blow.