Pretty Faces

Well I've seen some pretty faces And I've seen that train go by I've been staring at the sun tonight And I think I'm going blind Well I once met a wiseman That looked so all alone He said "you may see the light son But her heart is made of stone" If the Devil comes my way He comes to take my wicked soul I'll just sing to my guitar cause my heart is growing cold Well I've seen some pretty faces And I've seen that train go by I've been staring at the sun tonight And I think I'm going blind