There's a whisper in the wires no love. Of a black train-a-comin' no love. From the heart of the desert no love. And the rhythms of my hometown. My eyes are open no love. Watching for the train no love no love. Just a breath across the ocean. Feel no love. If it flies it dies. Flags into a pocket no love. We're standing on a platform. Feel no love. In everyone a hook line no love no love. Against me making time. Feel no love. Whisper in the wires no love. Of a black train-a-comin' no love no love. From the heart of the desert no love. And the rhythms of my hometown. And the rhythms of my hometown. Feel no love. And the rhythms of my hometown.