(dylan)Well, I ride on a mailtrain, baby,Canâ€™t buy a thrill.Well, Iâ€™ve been up all night, baby,Leaninâ€™ on the window sill.Well, if I dieOn top of the hillAnd if I donâ€™t make it,You know my baby will.Donâ€™t the moon look good, mama,Shininâ€™ through the trees? Donâ€™t the brakeman look good, mama,Flagging down the double e? Donâ€™t the sun look goodGoinâ€™ down over the sea? Donâ€™t my gal look fineWhen sheâ€™s cominâ€™ after me? Now the wintertime is coming,The windows are filled with frost.I went to tell everybody,But I could not get across.Well, I wanna be your lover, baby,I donâ€™t wanna be your boss.Donâ€™t say I never warned youWhen your train gets lost.