where the concrete meets the railroad tracks the cinders touch the ties train screams loud and hurts your ears and the smoke stings your eyes that's where you can find me most every night and day watchin' those trains clatter and roll 4th and Congress ain't a pretty part of town lots of low counts hangin' around drinkin' outta paper bags actin' the clown laughin' off the time of day watchin' people just goin' about their way now I live down there in a 3rd floor flat enough room for me and my brown striped cat all my friends are quite convinced that i've surely lost my mind I just like livin' close to the line where the concrete meets the railroad tracks the cinders touch the ties train screams loud and hurts your ears and the smoke stings your eyes that's where you can find me most every night and day watchin' those trains clatter and roll if I was to count all of the times I ate at two-bit diners count all of the bums they called me liner they'd equal the time i slept with two-timers woke up feelin' alone listin' to that cold wind moan where the concrete meets the railroad tracks the cinders touch the skies train screams loud and hurts your ears and the smoke stings your eyes that's where you can find me most every night and day watchin' those trains clatter and roll watchin' those trains clatter and roll watchin' those big trains clatter and roll all roll, all roll