Old Bridge

All paths of glory lead but to the grave
 The hellhounds are out for some lucky life to save
 A life-giving coal's just an ember in the end
 In our town they bury the dead above the ground
 But I'm waiting
 Waiting for the last train
 The one that doesn't have a name
 Which of us has looked into his father's heart
 Which of us is not always forever in the dark
 In New Orleans the ghosts they all live above the ground
 Which of us is not always a stranger and alone
 Cuz I'm waiting
 Waiting for the last train
 The one that doesn't have a name
 Somewhere in the city there's insanity around
 That's what you get when you bury above ground
 The water that flows on past magnolia mound
 Is what keeps us lost and we're never to be found