The thunder cracks against the night the dark
explodes with yellow light.
The railroad sign is flashing bright the people
stare but I don't care.
My flesh is cold against my bones, and Cheryl's
going home.
#2.
Come hear me shouting through the rain is there
a way to stop the train?
I've got some reasons to explain about the way
I was today.
The whistle moans and I'm alone, and Cheryl's going
home.
#3.
Santa Rosa Special down the line, I'm running
desperately behind.
There's only one thing on my mind, the rain and
tears are in my eyes.
The things I have to say will not be known, and
Cheryl's going home.
And Cheryl's goin' home Oh, Cheryl's
goin' home (Fade.)