On a slow train way past the middle and nowhere
Bob was chit-chatting with the wheels as they went  clickity-clack
Tom was playing the part of the conductor
As he showed the devil a new card trick
That didn't involve sleeves or arms
Just a top hat made out of rainbows and cigar smoke
Charles was smacking his keys hard and fast
Recollecting the lost memories of the lonely miles
Jack wanted to jump the rails and hit the road
It was well past the 5'o-clock shadow
That had started itching his neck way back at noon
They all agreed they needed a shave
But Burma had fallen off of the map
And no one had packed a razor
Someone started screaming or maybe just singing
But one thing lead to another
And they started breaking beer bottles
And the sound of breaking glass calmed everyone down
Before anyone was murdered more than once
They were all past drunk and the clock forget how to read
So the devil challenged god to a thumb war

It lasted centuries...

They were all laughing so hard at how absurd the whole thing was
And called it a draw
As neither god or the devil could prove the other one even existed
I was just a passenger on this slow moving train
Packed with gods and legends
And they only thought on my mind was
When or if we would every reach the café
Where the snow fell gently and warm
And the staff had an honest magic and beauty
Smiling and laughing good clean laughs
The café found at the end of the tracks
At the bottom of the road to nirvana