Take a little walk to the edge of town

Go across the tracks

Where the viaduct looms

Like a bird of doom

As it shifts and cracks

Where secrets lie in the border fires

In the humming wires

Man, you know

You're never coming 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 border fires

In the humming wires

Man, you know

You're never coming back

On a gathering storm comes

A tall handsome man

In a dusty black coat

With a red right hand