Down 75 -

Broke down in a ghost town;

last train left the station

Long-faced and lonely, bearing a grave sin

Out on the prairie, the spook-lights shine

Lighting up the faces of the dead, the losing kind

Black night on the boulevard, don your streetlight halo

Take a spin on my medicine wheel, but stay off the main roads

Empty streets and tumbleweeds, the only company

Prying eyes and whisp’ring lies, you crank that skeleton key