Siestâ’¶corta"I wish I was the brakeman
On a hurtlin' fevered train
Crashing headlong into the heartland
Like a cannon in the rain
With the beating of the sleepers
And the burnin' of the coal
Counting the towns flashing by
In a night that's full of soul
With light in my head
You in my arms"
The Waterboys - Fisherman's blues
