Beyond The Highway

Mark Krajnak

I had a job, I had a girl.
I had something going, mister, in this world.

I got laid off down at the brickyard…
Our love went bad, times got hard.

Now I work, all through the night.
Where all it ever does is rain.

She just said
“Hey I gotta go
We had it once, we ain’t got it any more.”
She packed her bags, left me behind.
She bought a ticket on the Central Line.

Nights as I sleep, I hear that whistle whining
I feel her kiss in the misty rain.

Last night I heard your voice,
You were crying, crying, you were so alone…
You said your love had never died,
You were waiting for me at home.

I put on my jacket, I ran through the woods,
I ran till I thought my chest would explode.

There in the clearing, beyond the highway,
In the moonlight, our wedding house shone.

I rushed through the yard, I burst through the front door…
My head pounding hard, up the stairs I climbed.

The room was dark, our bed was empty
Then I heard that long whistle whine
And I dropped to my knees, hung my head and cried.

Now I swing a sledge hammer, on a railroad gang
Knocking down them cross ties, working in the rain…

Don’t it feel like you’re a rider on a Downbound Train?


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The next in my personal project, Springsteen and Noir. My visual interpretation of Bruce Springsteen's Downbound Train.

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