Standing on the platform Staring down the track I felt a shiver When I heard that clickety-clack Heard the cry of "All aboard" The ancient whistle blow I've been waiting here so long I can't tell friend from foe Oh - - - I'll meet you down the line I'm on the train to nowhere And it's right on time The conductor was a blind man And it caused me some concern When he handed me my ticket For the point of no return He said, "You look a little worse for wear I hate to call your bluff But if you're going to ride this line You must be made of sterner stuff" I begged the brakeman, "Stop this train" He said, "But what's the use? You should know by now it's commonplace For all hell to be breaking loose" Then I heard my grandmother singing "Hush - don't you cry You're my little piece of Heaven Fallen down from the sky"