Wasn't it on the rolling old cones? The rain did run a ballad bone washed under a shore I had a wooden gaze on its land And I swear them others had wondered on the endless sand And bells woulda rang And crows would've sang And the run did stop I saw the cars painted, at last And the man who ran the iron horse called it again You'll stay here and leave your fear And see the end And bells woulda rang And crows would've sang And the run did stop And the earn did waver and stop You would even crawl under stone And bells woulda rang And crows would've sang And the run did stop