Where the neon temples glitter in the night
But there's no one to assemble in their light
The shepherd broke his crooked staff and roared
Out to the name of the lord

On the porch I watched the pigeons fight the [bad word] And the raindrops played the tin roof battle [bad word] I should find myself some shelter I suppose
With the dogs and the crows
Where we all can live together safe and sound
I our hole in the ground
 [bad word] And I'm all on my own
On that long lonesome road
I will roam 'til I'm old in my bones
And I'm waiting in vain
For the late evening train
'Til the day when it takes me away

Where the mountains [bad word] down and oceans rise
And the country's getting old before my eyes
Waltzing with the planets in the sky
Turn the wheels of time

And I gaze up to the stars until I sleep
See their blaze deep in my heart and in my dreams
When everything is dark the future's bright
And it feels alright
I will rise up and I'll fly into [bad word] the end of days
 [bad word] And I'm all on my own
On that long lonesome road
I will roam 'til I'm old in my bones
And I'm waiting in vain
For the late evening train
'Til the day when it takes me away
 [bad word] And I'm all on my own
On that long lonesome road
I will roam 'til I'm old in my bones
And I'm waiting in vain
For the late evening train
'Til the day when it takes me away