I'm a traveller of the permanent way
Standing out here waiting for a midnight freight
Throttle just off the block
Will I make the grade or will I not
The signals are all turned off
A sprinkling of hope, but not a lot

I'm dispossessed and I can't resist
I can see the wind in the moonlight
Full fledged fury starlight cold
Moaning whistle is all I hold
The signals are all turned off
A sprinkling of hope, but not a lot

It's a window calling day, and I
And the dreams have drawn the tears away
It's a window calling day, and I
And the dreams have drawn the tears away

So we stand out on the crossroads at night
Not knowing if we're doing right
Hoping our turn doesn't come
Before the fear inside makes us run
The signals are all turned off
A sprinkling of hope, but not a lot

Walking the ties
Mile after mile
Following the curves and feeling futile
How am I going to paint my dreams