Night Train from Black Hills by The one armed man

No one knows what you see
Waiting for the night train
Looking for the right lane
To leave

Unknowns walking in line
Waiting for salvation
Waiting for the right time
To die

Listen to their cold voice
Begging for the night train
Coming now

Is there a way to get out?
Of this state of violence
Is there a way to feel right?
Again

Let the wolf at your door
You never meant to come back
You never thought it could scratch
Your back

No one knows where you go
Even you don’t you girl?
But its rhythm comes slow
And you burn
It’s a strange way to get lost
It’s a strange time for being a ghost
And the widow’s waiting
And the widow’s scared
And the widow’s howling
At the half-moon’s flare

The blade and the virtue
The anger and the cold
The silence and the shame
All are gathered in one

The nakedness, the violence
The madness and the bad patch
The remorse and the defeat`
All are gathered in one

It’s a strange way to get lost
It’s a strange time for being a ghost
And the widow’s waiting
And the widow’s scared
And the widow’s howling
At the half-moon’s flare

No one knows what you see
Waiting for the night train

• 2014
• Blues
• Folk
• Rock
• black hills
• blues
• country blues
• music
• night train
• rock
• the one armed man
• Strasbourg