I've been hanging around this station
Long enough to know
where the brakeman disappears
when the whistle blows
And who's gonna make it out all right
when the final night train shows
Ah, babe, it's true,
I've seen a lot of women here waiting just like you
Hear the fireman start singing
the same time every day
The same song about his life
and his well planned getaway
And it's a shame to hear such a pretty voice
with not one thing to say
Ah, babe, it's true, you would have loved him back in time if he'd only sung for you
Moonlight on the water tower
always shines so cold
In the shadow of the pay phone
where the saints are getting bold
And it don't matter to them now
if it's real or just fool's gold
Ah, babe, it's true,
I heard all the saints tonight talking only of you
Listen deep into the night, girl
Can you hear the whistle blow?
Looks like you're gonna make it out all right
but there's one thing you must know:
The only ones who can help you now
are the ones who must stay here when you go
Ah babe, it's true,
I've seen a lot of women here smiling just like you
And there are some saints still in hiding
by the river in the reeds
And they're turning down every train
that don't feel the right speed
Sing them this song when you pass by;
it'll be your last good deed
Ah babe, it's true,
the saints are down every line waiting just for you
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