In the dawn's early light, from a long and sleepless night,
she returned again this morning from her long and restless flight.
And her red hollow eyes did not show her much surprise
as she lay right down beside me like she never said goodbye.
Please help me stationmaster, is the evening train on time?
The wells run dry up yonder, there's another down the line.

It was all I could bear just to watch her lying there,
disowned and ragged princess with the sun locked in her hair.
So cold, so frail with her mind locked in a jail.
A victim of confusion, never knowing she could fail.
Please help me stationmaster, is the evening train on time?
The wells run dry up yonder, there's another down the line.

So I rocked her to sleep and I got up on my feet
and the day was filled with sunshine as I gazed across the street.
And the door seemed to say, ‘over here, step this way.
The station is for travelers, even you must ride someday.’
Please help me stationmaster, is the evening train on time?
The wells run dry up yonder, there's another down the line.
Please help be stationmaster, can I stay for just awhile?
Forgive me if I'm weary I ain't have much, much time to smile.