Now there's no train to Guysborough
Or so the man said
So it might be a good place to be
So I sit in this station
And I count up my change
And I wait for the Guysborough train
Now I've sat in your kitchens
And talked about walls
And I've sung about your withering pain
Shattered your temples
And I've brought on your fall
Now I wait for the Guysborough train
And I ride for all time, on the Guysborough line
And I grow by the North Country rain
And the North Shore's begun
The man I've become
In rags, on the Guysborough train
No train to Guysborough