Central Station (Travis)

The lady with the faint moustache She's out of face from smoking hash She says she's on the game for cash She tells it to lads yesterday Both liked it the normal way And tells me of a usual pay Down in central station Waiting on my friend The girl who works at Casey Jones She's making meat from broken bones And answers all the telephones The old boy who's been on the wine He reads aloud his broken lines And tells me that his sun don't shine Down in central station Waiting on my friend Down in central station This day will never end The lady's off to pay her rent And bitch about the government With every hour that heaven sent Casey Jones has closed its doors They've cleaned the tables Bleached the floors And the old boy's off to drink some more Down in central station Waiting on my friend Down in central station This day will never end This day will never end