John Prine — Rocky Mountain Time

The station was empty, the trains were all gone I reached in my pocket and I waited for dawn The clock played drums and I hummed the sax And the wind whistled down the railroad tracks Hey three for a quarter, one for a dime I'll bet it's tomorrow by Rocky Mountain Time I walked in the restaurant for something to do The waitress yelled at me and so did the food And the water tastes funny when you're far from your home But it's only the thirsty that hunger to roam And the clock played drums and I hummed the sax And the wind whistled down the railroad tracks Hey three for a quarter, one for a dime I'll bet it's tomorrow by Rocky Mountain Time We'll build us a castle on Main Street And pretend that we're down on the farm Hell, we'll hold out as long as we have to Then we'll twist off each other's arm Christ, I'm so mixed up and lonely Can't even make friends with my brain I'm too young to be where I'm going But I'm too old to go back again The station was empty, the trains were all gone I reached in my pocket and I waited for dawn The clock played drums and I hummed the sax And the wind whistled down the railroad tracks Hey three for a quarter, one for a dime I'll bet it's tomorrow by Rocky Mountain Time By Rocky Mountain Time By Rocky Mountain Time By Rocky Mountain Time By Rocky Mountain Time