Well I kicked and I screamed from zero to four
And I still don't know what for, maybe gored from matadorin
Or dreaming on the rails of angels dead drunk in the snow
And a train that never blowed
took my legs and I bled out slow

Evening, Evening Star Supercharger
Even, though she's dying getting larger

Peace without pill, gun or needle or prayer appear
Never found sometimes near but too fleet to be clear
Never roam never flown raked the tracks of my fears
And the grinding metal gears from a carnival of tears

Evening, Evening Star Supercharger, oh
Even, though she's dying getting larger

To the sea, to the roan, to the cloud yet unflown
To the tone, to the stone, to the seed yet ungrown
A flag unblown

Evening, Evening Star Supercharger
Even, though she's dying getting larger, oh
Evening, Evening Star Supercharger
Even, though she's dying getting larger
To be in babies, mothers and fathers