There's a whisper in the wires, no love Of a black train-a-comin', no love From the heart of the desert, no love And the rhythms of my hometown My eyes are open, no love Watching for the train, no love, no love Just a breath across the ocean Feel no love If it flies, it dies Flags into a pocket, no love We're standing on a platform Feel no love In everyone a hook line, no love, no love Against me making time Feel no love Whisper in the wires, no love Of a black train-a-comin', no love, no love From the heart of the desert, no love And the rhythms of my hometown And the rhythms of my hometown Feel no love And the rhythms of my hometown