What kind of a man 
What kind of a son 
What kind of a guy 
Would just up and run 

An ill-fated wind 
Turned his good luck around 
What kind of a man 
Would just leave town 

So after the fall 
The cold winter sun 
It seems his best days 
Have come and gone 

The lights of the train 
The cold whistle blows 
The sound of relief 
From the life he chose