text: Well its 9th and Hennepin
  And all the donuts have names that sound like prostitutes
  And the moons teeth marks are on the sky
  Like a tarp thrown all over 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
  All 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 on the stairway, I hang in the curtain
  And 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
  Ah 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
  Ive seen it all through the yellow windows
  Of the evening train