This Time Thru

Old man in a boxcar
Pilling it up to the corner, in the dark
Hanging, shooting up a wrinkled heart,
Stuffin' news up his shirt to keep him warm
He's waiting on a train
That's taking him nowhere
He's hoping that the grave is gonna set him free
Splitting off the pieces of a life, is it there over ?
Desolation station for eternity

Isn't it a bloody shame
Look around and wonder
Who in the world is to blame

There no time to waste time this time thru
Got not time for all the things we do
Everyone is running down the highway
No one looks around enough to see
None is getting where they want to be