Whoo Whoo
The train I ride on draws the lightening from the sky
No matter where  go Like a curse of fire.
I cant find peace and comfort so I ride the rails and cry.

First one place then the other drawing lightening from the sky.
No place to rest my weary head as the stones come tumbling down.
I cant find peace or comfort so I ride the rails and cry.
Like a curse of fire.

A curse of fire that dog yapping at my heels
who can feel my pain Nowhere to rest my muddled mind
Like a hound dog with the scent just  yapping at my heel.
Next train.

Double back and cross my track I run through water
Head for high ground. I pray to stay awhile but
lightening in the distance touching ground
Like a curse of fire.
next train.
Whoo. Whoo.