Santa Muerta Station ©2017 Robert George BMI
I remember feeling half asleep
On my first night working here
I guess I was used to working days
Early on in my career
Though I’m not sure why they transferred me
Life is loss and sacrifice
Now I’ve grown accustomed to this job
And it feels like paradise
Someone always greets the passengers
Near their final destination
Strangers often need a friendly guide
At the Santa Muerta Station
We are high up on a mountainside
Where the pine tops kiss the moon
Sheets of grey fog settle over us
Ev’ry afternoon
There’s a grove of crosses on a slope
Past the gate behind the church
Ravens watch the midnight train roll in
From a roof top perch
Someone always greets the passengers
Near their final destination
Strangers often need a friendly guide
At the Santa Muerta Station
People laugh and claim how fortunate they’ve been,
How they lived through accidents that they’d been in
Climbers fall from cliffs and hikers bit by vipers way down south
They step off the train so happy they’re alive,
Asking me in whispers how they managed to survive
One poor vet was sure that pistol had been in his mouth
I inform them all they need to know
Tell them this is just a whistlestop
Come the dawn there’ll be a winding walk
To the mansion on the mountaintop
It’s a bit confusing right at first
And it’s awkward to explain
I was sure a truck had crushed my Ford
That night I stepped off the train
But someone always greets the passengers
Near their final destination
Strangers often need a friendly guide
At the Santa Muerta Station
Santa Muerta Station
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