There's a whisper in the wires, no love
of a black train-a-comin', no love
from the heart of the desert, no love
and the rhythms of my hometown
My eyes are open, no love
watching for the train, no love, no love
just a breath across the ocean
feel no love
if it flies, it dies
Flags into a pocket, no love
we're standing on a platform
feel no love
in everyone a hook line, no love, no love
against me making time
feel no love
Whisper in the wires, no love
of a black train-a-comin', no love, no love
from the heart of the desert, no love
and the rhythms of my hometown
and the rhythms of my hometown
feel no love
and the rhythms of my hometown