The sun is shining as she walks inside
A candle flickers 'neath the smoke it hides
She pulls her hair back and then she laughs
And then she cries
This old girl's been spinning my world like a phonograph
My heart reacts
She's seen them all before, the precious fools, the Queen of Hearts, the hanged man shooting pool
She pours a glass of mash and then she laughs
And then she cries
She's a spiritual girl in this ritual world, I met my match, she leaves no tracks
For tonite she takes the train that only angels ride
And she says
It's little things like drops of rain tearing down my windowpane
Sometimes things you cannot change, spiderwebs and rainbow-rain
The Porter grabs her bag as she pays the cab with tips and gin
Shines like a star in the car with the bar, smiles again
She pours a glass of mash and then she laughs
And then she cries
This old girls' been spinning my world like a phonograph
My heart reacts
For tonite she takes the train that only angels ride
And she says
It's little things like drops of rain, tearing down my windowpane
Sometimes things you just can't change, rainbow-rain or a baby's name
She takes the train