Lost dog over the train tracksnMoonlight falls on a Midwest main streetnWhere all of the dogs eat good meatnAnd nobody shows their real facenOver the train tracks all the stoplights failnnHometown, same as you left itnPants down, cigarettes hung from a keychainnJean jackets reek in the warm rainnWhat ever happened to Sweet Jane?nShe went from Velvet to Junkie and hung her head in shamennOld ghosts ride in the back seatnDead friends sleep in the cafesnNew loves beg for attentionnPull your heart back in their directionnLast call, over the train tracks all those lost dogs howl