Oh, I hopped on a train to try and kill my pain,
And my pretty lady must have felt the same.
We both shut our eyes just to kill the cries.
Of our hearts goodbyes to pacific tides.

Yeah, the wicked sticken beats of the railroad track,
Drive us further on as our souls look back.
Through a tomb-stone tunnel like a writhing corpse.
On our dead read train, like a kicking horse.

Oh my, just rock me back there,
Back to the west coast vibe, get me off this cruel train ride.
Oh my, we won't leave a trace,
Of our souls between a rock and a hard place.

Yeah, the wicked sticken beats of the railroad track,
Drive us further on as our souls look back.
Through a tomb-stone tunnel like a writhing corpse.
On our dead read train, like a kicking horse.

Oh my, just rock me back there,
Back to the west coast vibe, get me off this cruel train ride.
Oh my, we won't leave a trace,
Of our souls between a rock and a hard place.