Take a walk to the edge of town
And go across the tracks
Where the viaduct looms
Like a bird of doom
As it shifts and cracks
Where secrets lie in the border fires
In the humming wires
Hey man, you're never coming back
Past the square, past the bridge
Past the mills, past the stacks
On a gathering storm comes a tall, handsome man
In a dusty black coat with a red right hand
Red right hand
The red right hand
