Lyrics:

Staring down a double line
We're flowing off behind
I'll never see your face no more
I left you back there on that shore

We had a chance
It slipped away
Don't call my name
There ain't no brakeman on this train
There ain't no brakeman on this train

There ain't no engineer
To pull that throttle back
It's full steam up ahead
On down that windy track

There ain't no way
To turn around
From all the pain
There ain't no brakeman on this train

I'm not saying that
You are wrong, for playing to win
Watch what you're doing now
Watch what you're doing now
The things that you throw away
They won't come again

We sat down at that station
You were trying to decide
Was I your destination?
Or just one stop on the ride?

We make mistakes
Now we pay
Can't turn back
There ain't no brakeman on this train
There ain't no brakeman on this train

Spliff wrote: If I were in a washroom, taking a leak, and some random stranger started asking me questions, uninvited, I might not be too thrilled either. I might not even hang around long enough to wash my hands, if the stranger was being particularly annoying. Your brother-in-law broke The Code!

IWAS JUST GOING TO MENTION THE COWBELL. LOOKS LIKE I'M 4 YEARS AND 6 MONTHS LATE.

Less cowbell, please.

Diggin' da blues, yeah baby!! And yes it sounds a bit like Palmer....weird! Dude wash after each trip to the loo!!

My brother in law is a good harmonica player and idolizes Mayall. Saw him in a small bar in San Luis. Frank followed him into the bathroom and started asking John questions at the urinal. Mayall was not very friendly. Also noticed he didn't wash his hands. Poppy was getting sloppy!