As she stared down the tracks
She thought about how parallel lines appear to intersect
Wishing hers and his would smoothly disconnect
Wishing that they never even met
Her hopes that the 3:10 to Yuma might derail
The vibration gaining steam in her ear
Solidified that that ship had probably sailed
And he'll be coming round the mountain when he comes
Eleanor you've wronged the wrong man
He's as stable as his hungover hands
Eleanor you've wronged the wrong man
He's as stable as his hungover hands
The train is coming for you
The train is coming for you
The train is coming for you
The ropes are to prove there is nothing you can do
Tired of being the girl next door
Ready to sink her teeth into a meatier role
The script yet unwritten
But the acting bug had bit
With her ear on the rail
The vibrations started to swell
And she starts to hum
He'll be coming round the mountain when he comes
He'll be coming round the mountain when he comes
Eleanor you've wronged the wrong man
He's as stable as his hungover hands
Eleanor you've wronged the wrong man
He's as stable as his hungover hands
The train is coming for you
The train is coming for you
The train is coming for you
The ropes are to prove there is nothing you can do
She was tied up and laid upon the tracks
He left her there so she had some time to think back
On the choices that led to such a 1925
Silent movie way to die