The Sad They Walk On

The sad they walk on
Walk on down the lane
On a midnight path to morning
With the will of a prairie train
There’s a train out on the prairie
Moving through the night
Fields are fire smoke rising
Stars shining bright
There’s a town on the horizon
Sleeping in the wheat
A big old wind is pulling
The darkness like a sheet
Maybe this is nowhere
Nowhere’s where you’re not
Soon enough there’ll be time enough
But you never know what you’ve got
I believe in nothing
I believe nothing at all
But I’d eel a whole lot better
If I heard your whistle blow