Where the firestorms are howling through the land
And the riverboats are drowning in the sand
Where the hinges of the window shutters groan
Was my father's home
Where the schoolbell's ringin' way down Lincoln Square
And the sound of broken playgrounds fill the air
I see skeletons of greyhounds lay and rust
And their trails in the dust
And I still can hear the children in the park
Where they danced in the dark
And I'm all on my own
On that long lonesome road
I will roam 'til I'm old in my bones
And I'm waiting in vain
For the late evening train
'Til the day when it takes me away