From the recording The Great Majority
Lyrics
I hear the train, I see the clouds
I had a friend, I had a doubt
You're either in luck or you're out
I hear the whistle blowin' loud
There's a fire burning somewhere
You can't seem to put it out
Time to get lost or get burned
Singing the brokedown breakdown out on Picadilly Road
Waiting for the train to come so slow
Finally life has taken toll out on Picadilly Road
Hang a picture, lay a rug
For this train is how your home
You see scenery come and go
Looks like the same old dusty road
And your nightmares, they haunt you
Make you wonder where you're going
Time to get lost or get burned
Singing the brokedown breakdown out on Picadilly Road
A train is no place to call your home
Finally life has taken toll out on Picadilly Road
You see the curve up ahead
You feel the wheels lift off the tracks
And you tumble and you flip
Down to your fiery death
As your life succumbs to pain
You let out one last scream
Time to get lost or get burned
Singing the brokedown breakdown out on Picadilly Road
And beneath the fire and ash lay your bones
Finally life has taken toll out on Picadilly Road