text: Well its 9th and Hennepin
  All the donuts have
  Names that sound like prostitutes
  And the moons teeth marks are
  On the sky like a tarp thrown over all this
  And the broken umbrellas like
  Dead birds and the steam
  Comes out of the grill like
  The whole goddamned town is ready to blow
  And the bricks are all scarred with jailhouse tattoos
  And everyone is behaving like dogs
  And the horses are coming down Violin Road
  And Dutch is dead on his feet
  And the rooms all smell like diesel
  And you take on the
  Dreams of the ones who have slept here
  And Im lost in the window
  I hide in the stairway
  I hang in the curtain
  I sleep in your hat
  And no one brings anything
  Small into a bar around here
  They all started out with bad directions
  And the girl behind the counter has a tattooed tear
  One for every year hes away she said, such
  A crumbling beauty, but theres
  Nothing wrong with her that
  $100 wont fix, she has that razor sadness
  That only gets worse
  With the clang and the thunder of the
  Southern Pacific going by
  As the clock ticks out like a dripping faucet
  Till youre full of rag water and bitters and blue ruin
  And you spill out
  Over the side to anyone wholl listen
  And Ive seen it
  All through the yellow windows
  Of the evening train