Lyrics:My Lone Constellation

I lay my head on the railroad track
Look at the sky all dressed in black
Your train is gone, won't be coming back

My lone constellation rides across the sky
No cigar, no lady on his arm
Just a guy made from dots and lines
Just a guy made from dots and lines

You city lights, there's nothing there
The real star - nothing's there

My lone constellation rides across the sky
No cigar, no lady on his arm
Just a guy made from dots and lines
Just a guy made from dots and lines