The Station

 

Dreams are born on the faces

In the hands inside the pockets

Screamin' like a rocket

Here in the station

 

Desperate dirty winos

Skin and bones of widows

The crippled, lonely, heartbroke

Here in the station, here in the station

 

            Life's taken all they've done

            Left ev'rything they hope to do

            And given 'em a place here in the station

 

Well-read drugstore whores

Smilin' shufflin' through the doors

Dimes and nickles for their chores

Here in the station

 

Damn two bit nineball hustlers

Poolhalls in their eyeballs

Hittin' on restless teenage mothers

Here in the station, here in the station

 

            Life's taken all they've done

            Left ev'rything they hope to do

            And given 'em a place here in the station

 

The clock strikes down to seconds

The gates open to floodin'

The hours come to reckon

Here's a twenty

 

(Repeat lst verse)

 

(Chorus)

 

 

                                                                        Malcolm Holcombe

                                                                        © l993, Purple Girl Music/BMI