I stood next to the tracks Just to feel something pushing back Tearing through each doubt and sin The train was an iron wind I climbed down underground To listen for a new sound Found a river underneath our feet Dark and silent, deep I'm an old guitar, won't stay in tune Worn-out, faded, not fit for you But I want to be played by the unseen hand To make a good noise in the hallelujah band There was a place in the pines A little spot, I called it mine Just a child but I knew somehow I know I'd never find it now I'm an old guitar with broken strings And tarnished surface, not fit for kings But I want to be played by the unseen hand To make a good noise in the hallelujah band I stood next to the tracks Just to feel something pushing back Tearing through each doubt and sin The train was an iron wind