The Santa Fe at Midnight

Look at that headlight shining through the rain
Well, it must be that old Santa Fe freight train
Yeeeh
I'm standing on saltillo tile on an old adobe porch
Across the street the Baptist church, God's own neon torch
With my baby sleeping safe inside, I'm the shadow she's the light
Now here comes the sound of the Santa Fe at midnight
Baby wakes up and calls to me: "What is that lonesome sound?
It echoes off the mountains out near the lights of town."
And I say: "Hush now, I come to you an hold you oh so tight
And rock you to the sound of the Santa Fe at midnight."
Blowing through those cotton fields
And ?Cana'tior? river breaks
Past the shanty towns of old Juarez
The eagle and the snake
Blowin' across West Texas, rattling out of sight
The music of the Santa Fe at midnight
Making love to the sound of the Santa Fe at midnight
Whooo
Well look where we have ended up on the edge of the Great South West
Starin' at those restless trees along the water ditch
And up the Street the Rio Grande like Egypt's old Blue Nile
With the memory of the early ones who rested here a while
But now the freight trains and the long haul trucks, they're passin' through
They don't have the urge to wink at the likes of me and you
It's all just diesel smoke, iron rail and a running string of lights
The music of the Santa Fe at midnight
Blowing through those cotton fields
And Cana'tior river breaks
Past the shanty towns of old Juarez
The eagle and the snake
Blowin' across West Texas, rattling out of sight
The music of the Santa Fe at midnight
Making love to the sound of the Santa Fe at midnight
Whooo