Video de Apple Cider Reconstitution

When we came to the station, all the trains were rusty
The doors were open and the windows broken in
There was grass in all the cracks and the air hung musty
The travel posters were flappin' in the wind

So, we moved through the dust and gloom
Playin' waiting games in the waiting room
Lay our sleepin' bags out on the floor

And on Sunday mornin', easy rider comes to me
With apple cider, leave me here without a place to go

If I followed the coast road, I'd be home by evenin'
The harbor lights still cut across the bay
From the slot machine arcade the lights go streamin'
To the bikes outside the rock 'n roll cafe