Your red lips and your white teeth are like a busted apple
on the floor of the orchard in the early dawn
my baby whispers today we will die
we fall in love and then we are gone
to sleep on the glory train.
Last night, we laid, in the summer fields
I held you through a storm
It rang so loud I thought I'd turn to dust
I close my eyes and I pray to the Lord
to let me sleep on the glory train.
your hands in mine
the hands of time
the things that we do to our love
the apple on the tree
reminds you to me
baby we are fire and blood
gone to sleep on the glory train.