The Telegraph Yards

Lonely with vines growing
A rusty driving wheel
Empty yards, old trains
Wild animals in the rail cars
The engineer is in the nursing home
Nobody knows how to drive this thing
We need wood for the boiler
While we waited
They tore the depot down
A buzzard circles the station
The water tank is rotten
And the rail is falling in the creek
The mining car is missing
And the coal mills closed down
The telegraph never worked
Its something else.