Going Home

It's five to midnight My train is coming I'm feeling so tired Been a heck of a ride Hear the clickety clack Oh I'm not coming back The clock on the wall Just few of us watching The second hand fall And rise up again Seems they don't believe That time will soon end Oh I I'm going home Why don't you Why don't you come along Oh brother Oh brother Brother of mine And I don't have no money Just the clothes on my back The shoes on my feet No baggage too I was just passing through I was just passing through Oh I I'm going home Why don't you come along There's still time Oh brother of mine Oh Jesus is coming Is your light burning bright Friend will you be ready If He came tonight Oh I I'm going home Oh why don't you Why don't you come along Oh sister Sister of mine Oh friend of mine Oh friend of mine