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