You seemed to be like a real good idea. At the time, at the time. You lifted me up to some higher ground. Then you knocked me down on the ground. But I rue that day like I don't know how.
Soft-soaped on the road to Hell. So many times I've tripped and fell. No chances left. The sky is falling down on me, yeah. . One step from the demons fire.
Well that sounds like the night train, blowin' its stack. Spreading its wings on homeward track. Arrived here this morning, won't be here for long. As fast as a shooting star, that's' what them eight wheels are for.