There's an old stucco station
With a green tile roof
And a two lane highway that runs west and east
The sound of rain on the wind in the night
And the land here
The land here is always dry
And he sounds like a loaded angel
With a bourbon throat
He whispers in the night
He walks down the middle of the highway
And waits at the station
For a train he'll never get on
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I feel like I'm trying to catch a train
By standing in the tracks
I feel like walking off and never coming back
I'm riding with the matadors on the wall
Under the cover of city lights in the dark
He paints pictures of matadors on the wall
I'm sitting in the corner
Of an empty room
All around he's drawn city lights
So I'll never be lonely
But I don't want to ever be reminded
I don't want to ever be reminded
I don't want to ever be reminded
I don't want to ever be reminded
CHORUS