Hear the whistle blowing; train pretty close to leaving,
Deal with your ghosts, deal with your ghosts,
Got to deal with your demons.

Going down to the freight-yard, going down in the pouring rain,
Gonna play some sad guitar, stand out in the hurricane.

And I will grab a runaway train, grab a runaway train,
Only two tracks take you out of here, baby, now,
One will make you crazy, one will make you sane.

I'm going down to the five and dime, gonna trade my merchandise in,
Broken dreams, all my money-making schemes, romantic notions, my might have been.

I will grab a runaway train, grab a runaway train,
Only two tracks take you out of here, baby, now,
One will make you crazy, one will make you sane.

Well, good people...
Going down to the graveyard with a pickaxe in my hand,
Gonna dig down in that Georgia red clay, dig down into the promised land.

I will grab a runaway train, grab a runaway train,
Only two tracks take you out of here, baby, now,
One will make you crazy, one will make you sane.