A dry west wind that's the only train to Garfield County
Darlin', it don't even stop for mail
That whistling calls the dust to rise around me
And old dreams just dry and wither when she wails
Standin' by this run-down depot wishin' for a train
And empty rails in Garfield County bring me pain
So long ago on those rusty rails the last train stole you
As you stood there looking hard and turning pale
Now the years shake these aging hands that could not hold you
And the cactus grows between them long steel rails
'Cause it's gone, that lonesome headlight that could bring you back again
And empty rails in Garfield County bring me pain
Darlin', last night the thunder rolled up in the canyons
And the Fremont, she ran red with canyon mud
And as the mountains looked down without no understanding
A few hard tears was washed down in the flood
'Cause in my life the train don't whistle and the wind don't bring no rain
And empty rails in Garfield County bring me pain
In my life that train don't whistle and the wind don't bring no rain
And empty rails in Garfield County bring me pain