The rain sound like rocks on my window
The smell of hot asphalt in June
Wakin' up to the sound of a freight train
It is only passin' through
Filled with wood and steel from the Northlands
Seem to pass more of often these days
Where the new colonial people
I think I heard somebody just say
I think of my granddad as a railroad slave
And how he drank his life away
So long, so long
I heard him talkin' about the golden age
And how it turned into a golden haze
Watchin' the fan rotating in the ceiling
I'm Martin Sheen in Apocalypse Now
Hearin' the same sad numbers on the TV
From the bed, hangin' upside down
Numbed down from the lack of somethin' positive
Numbed down from the lack of faith
That something good is ever gonna happen
That something great could come out of this place
Everyone here seems so stuck in the past
Prayin' that the present won't last
So long, so long
I heard him talkin' about the golden age
And how it turned into a golden haze
Everybody here is unemployed
And there's nowhere else to go
We're stuck here payin' off old expensive loans
On a house that can't be sold
And a dream that's growin' old
Easing the pain with alcohol
So long, my friend
So long, I hope we meet again
I heard him talkin' about the golden age
And how it turned into a golden haze
A golden haze
So long, my friend
So long, my friend