There's an old stucco station With a green tile roof And a two lane highway that runs west and east The sound of rain on the wind in the night And the land here The land here is always dry And he sounds like a loaded angel With a bourbon throat He whispers in the night He walks down the middle of the highway And waits at the station For a train he'll never get on CHORUS I feel like I'm trying to catch a train By standing in the tracks I feel like walking off and never coming back I'm riding with the matadors on the wall Under the cover of city lights in the dark He paints pictures of matadors on the wall I'm sitting in the corner Of an empty room All around he's drawn city lights So I'll never be lonely But I don't want to ever be reminded I don't want to ever be reminded I don't want to ever be reminded I don't want to ever be reminded CHORUS