Rain on the rail, Freezing to die and I swear that I can't go. What did you find out on the line in the wind And the snow? Rain on the rail in a cloud before she left, Keeping the drugs you love While your lover's bereft. Rain on the rail, I can't tell if it's morning or if it's night. It's all the same, Taking the blame feels like nothing all the time. Rain on the rail, I just sit here and wait, Thinking just about bad blood. Cold wind haunted all the treetops And the leaves fall down, down, down Into the mud. Rain on the rail, I can't tell what will come after this. Keep on thinking I waited to try once I wasn't such a mess. Cold wind, Black Mountain hollow, I ain't never been out to the sea. If you see poems all around you there Write one for me. Take you a picture of California and send it to me