He's a king, he's a poor boy, a coward and a stranger See him standing there so all alone Well I guess that he'll keep standing there until he's called for And tomorrow's hurricanes have blown His hate grew old, another story told He found no trust to call his own His way was lost, his spirit was the cost He couldn't make up for the loan But many great man are returning Back to the place where it began And our tired eyes will cease their burning When the devil's bones lay parching in the sun And the night man is waiting at the station Gathering all the stops one by one I suggest that you make a reservation Before all these things are done A fella had the blues His life was filled with pain When he heard the news He lost a lot in vain Someone once spread the word His house went up in flames They didn't even smoke I'm sure they're not to blame All your secrets, they've all been told Trade in your scarlet and your gold He's a king, he's a poor boy, a coward and a stranger See him standing out there so all alone Well I guess that he'll keep standing there until he's called for And tomorrow's hurricanes have blown But many great man are returning Back to the place where it began And our tired eyes will cease their burning When the devil's bones lay parching in the sun And the night man is waiting at the station Gathering all the stops one by one I suggest that you make a reservation Before all these things are done