In the engine hymn of this evening's train, I swore I heard your name. And in the whistle's refrain of this evening's train, I swore I heard your name. I remember keeping mad hours in the night under an honest sky, when the world's shadows stood at shoulder side by side, and so did you and I. Like a bashful boy to shudder from a ray of light, a coward by design. While across this crowded town there's a girl who bleeds from open wounds and an open heart. That's a feeling that I can't afford. I've been in the dark too long.