Well it's Ninth and Hennepin
  All the doughnuts have names that sound like prostitutes
  And the moon's teeth marks are on the sky
  Like a tarp thrown all over this
  And the broken umbrellas like dead birds
  And the steam comes out of the grill
  Like the whole goddamn town's ready to blow...
  And the bricks are all scarred with jailhouse tattoos
  And everyone is behaving like dogs
  And the horses are coming down Violin Road
  And Dutch is dead on his feet
  And all the rooms they smell like diesel
  And you take on the dreams of the ones who have slept here
  And I'm lost in the window, and I hide in the stairway
  And I hang in the curtain, and I sleep in your hat...
  And no one brings anything small into a bar around here
  They all started out with bad directions
  And the girl behind the counter has a tattooed tear
  One for every year he's away, she said
  Such a crumbling beauty, ah
  There's nothing wrong with her that a hundred dollars won't fix
  She has that razor sadness that only gets worse
  With the clang and the thunder of the Southern Pacific going by
  And the clock ticks out like a dripping faucet
  til you're full of rag water and bitters and blue ruin
  And you spill out over the side to anyone who will listen...
  And I've seen it all, I've seen it all
  Through the yellow windows of the evening train...