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claire martin - train in the desert lyrics

[intro: joe locke]
on the train, the porters hustled and the businessmen talked big
read their papers, and smoked their cigars
the sun was going down as she hurried to her seat
but she could still see the billows of smoke from the train following the boxcar
curling ’round the track like an angry black tail
until it too was swallowed up by the ink of night
soon, the train was quiet as it raced through the sand and the dust and the dark

[verse 1: claire martin]
she was traveling on a train
in the desert close to midnight
taking in the tumbleweeds
and the cactus terrain
she was traveling on a train
traveling on a train

[verse 2: claire martin]
there was something in her hand
and she hid it from the dim light
it could free her from the regret and the pain
something in her hand on this train
and the sad whistle blew
and the tracks cl!cked underneath her too
cl!ckity+clack, cl!ckity+clack
[verse 3: claire martin]
and the memories grew and exploded in her brain
an ugly man, he held her down, she couldn’t fight
and his sweat fell like hot drops of rain
she was sure what to do
’cause only she and god and the coyotes knew

[verse 4: claire martin]
he was traveling on this train
couple rows ahead and to the right
and near his heart bloomed a crimson stain
he missed his stop on the train
in a rare desert rain
she got off and never looked back
at the train in the desert, cl!ckity+clack
on the train in the desert, cl!ckity+clack
on the train in the desert
on the train in the desert

[outro: joe locke]
the porters hustled and the businessmen talked big

- claire martin lyrics

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