Take a little walk to the edge of town
Go across the tracks
Where the viaduct looms
Like a bird of doom
As it shifts and cracks
Where secrets lie in the border fires
In the humming wires
Man, you know
You're never coming back

On a gathering storm comes
A tall handsome man
In a dusty black coat
With a red right hand

Where the viaduct looms
Like a bird of doom
As it shifts and cracks
Where secrets lie in the border fires
In the humming wires
Man, you know
You're never coming back

On a gathering storm comes
A tall handsome man
In a dusty black coat
With a red right hand