Now the brakeman calls down to us folks in the car below,
He say, "The next stop is yours, I'll bring your speed down slow,"
So I gather up my bundle, my weariness and a sense of pride that's been running long past empty since I took this long train ride.

I've got one foot in the grave,
You always thought you had it made,
One foot in the grave,
The mirror holds a lonely face,
One foot in the grave,
Regrets are like the pennies I saved,
One foot in the grave of love.

Now I peer out over the edge, to a canyon river far below,
You know, I'm deathly scared of heights and I cannot swim a single stroke,
I don't recall if I was pushed,
I don't recall if I tripped or fell,
There were devils all around me, but an angel just as well.

I got one foot in the grave,
You always thought you had it made,
One foot in the grave,
The mirror holds a lonely face,
One foot in the grave,
Regrets are like the pennies I saved,
One foot in the grave of love.

Now the train has come and gone, and I'm left here with unspoken words,
Got my eyes on the horizon, I'm stretching every nerve,
Now they cannot take your city when he's armed and standing at the gate,
And they cannot storm your feeble heart when your hope dissipates.

Got one foot in the grave,
You always thought you had it made,
One foot in the grave,
The mirror holds a lonely face,
One foot in the grave,
Regrets are like the pennies I saved,
One foot in the grave of love.

The grave of love,
In the grave of love,
In the grave of love.