He'll see the headlights on the train
Coming 'round again
Southbound, southbound
He'll push his back up to the wall
The roaring tracks inviting call
It asks tonight to end it all
She warns "Stand clear of closing doors"
But all his doors have closed
He's got nowhere to go
But southbound, southbound
His toes hang off of yellow lines
Too old for games, too young to die
To late to change his strung up mind
Across the platform people try
He say's "goodbye"
Blood on the tracks at college station
The train, the platform all are vacant
Ghost town, shut down, and shaken
Southbound, southbound.