Some are awaiting, some overtaking
The train, it's the last out of town
Wasn't much of a town, anyway, and I never
Met anyone tempted to stay
To give it it's due
It was where I met you
And you were my reason to stay
Around
In this Prodigal Town...
The seasonal change, you can tell by the rain
Though the leaves never flame, they just fall
I hear Vivaldi come drifting on by
From the ladies quartet down the hall
If heaven has sent it
Or hell has just lent it
I'm hardly the one to decide
This train that I ride
Out of Prodigal Town...
Prodigal Town, Robert Hunter, Jack O'Roses, 1979
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