Take a little walk to the edge of town
and go across the tracks
Where the viaduct looms,
like a bird of doom
As it shifts and cracks
Where secrets lie in
the humming wires and
the border fires well you know you're never comin back
On a gathering storm comes
a tall handsome man
In a dusty black coat with
a red right hand
Where the viaduct looms,
like a bird of doom
As it shifts and cracks
Where secrets lie in
the humming wires and
the border fires well you know you're never comin back
On a gathering storm comes
a tall handsome man
In a dusty black coat with
a red right hand