2:19
Tom Waits Lyrics


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I lost everything I had in the '29 flood
The barn was buried 'neath a mile of mud
Now I've got nothing but the whistle and the steam
My baby's leaving town on the 2:19

I said, hey, hey, I don't know what to do
I will remember you
Hey, hey, I don't know what to do
My baby's leaving town on the 2:19

Now there's a fellow that's preaching 'bout hell and damnation
Bouncing off the walls of the Grand Central Station
I treated her bad, I treated her mean
Baby's leaving town on the 2:19

I said, hey, hey, I will remember you
Hey, hey, I don't know what to do
Hey, I don't know what to do
My baby's leaving town on the 2:19

Now I've always been puzzled by the yin and the yang
It'll come out in the wash, but it always leaves a stain
Sturm and Drang, the luster and the sheen
My baby's leaving town on the -

Hey, hey, I don't know what to do
Hey, hey, I will remember you
Hey, hey, I will remember you
My baby's leaving town on the 2:19

Lost the baby with the water, and the preacher stole the bride
Sent her out for a bottle, but when she came back inside
She didn't have my whiskey, didn't have my gin
With a hat full of feathers and a wicked grin

I said, hey, hey, I will remember you
Yeah baby, I will remember you
My baby's leaving town on the 2:19

On the train you get smaller, as you get farther away
The roar covers everything you wanted to say
Was that a raindrop or a tear in your eye?
Were you drying your nails or waving goodbye?

Hey, hey, I will remember you
Hey, hey, I don't know what to do
Oh baby
My baby's leaving town on the 2:19





I will remember you
I don't know what to do, baby

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Tom Waits' "2:19" tell the story of a man who has lost everything he had in the "29 flood" and is now left with nothing except the "whistle and the steam." His "baby" has decided to leave town on the 2:19 train, and the man is left feeling unsure of what to do. The tone of the song is melancholic and reflective, as the man grapples with the loss of his love and the devastation of his past.


The lyrics also touch on themes of regret and redemption, as the man acknowledges that he "treated her bad" and is now left with the consequences of his actions. The preacher in the Grand Central Station serves as a reminder of the eternal damnation that may await those who have sinned, adding a layer of ominousness to the song.


Overall, "2:19" is a poignant reflection on loss and the fleeting nature of time, delivered through Tom Waits' signature style of storytelling and raw vocals.


Line by Line Meaning

I lost everything I had in the '29 flood
I lost all my possessions in the great flood of 1929


The barn was buried 'neath a mile of mud
My barn was covered by a huge amount of mud


Now I've got nothing but the whistle and the steam
All I own now is the sound of the train whistle and the steam that powers it


My baby's leaving town on the 2:19
My love is departing from town on the train that leaves at 2:19


I said, hey, hey, I don't know what to do
I said, hey, hey, I am lost and unsure of what to do


I will remember you
I will always remember you


Now there's a fellow that's preaching 'bout hell and damnation
Now there's a man proclaiming the concepts of hell and condemnation


Bouncing off the walls of the Grand Central Station
He is shouting his message inside the Grand Central Station


I treated her bad, I treated her mean
I treated my love poorly and cruelly


Now baby's leaving town on the 2:19
As a result, my love is leaving town on the 2:19


Now I've always been puzzled by the yin and the yang
I've always been confused by the idea of balance between good and evil


It'll come out in the wash, but it always leaves a stain
The truth will always come out, but it may cause damage


Sturm and Drang, the luster and the sheen
Conflict and turmoil exist alongside beauty and shine


My baby's leaving town on the -
My love is leaving town on the train


Lost the baby with the water, and the preacher stole the bride
I lost my child in the flood, and the preacher took away my love


Sent her out for a bottle, but when she came back inside
I asked her to go get a drink for me, but when she returned


She didn't have my whiskey, didn't have my gin
She didn't bring back the alcohol I requested


With a hat full of feathers and a wicked grin
She had a hat adorned with feathers and a mischievous smile


On the train you get smaller, as you get farther away
As the train moves away from me, my love appears smaller and smaller


The roar covers everything you wanted to say
The sound of the train's engine is so loud that it drowns out everything else


Was that a raindrop or a tear in your eye?
I'm not sure if the wetness on your face is from rain or tears


Were you drying your nails or waving goodbye?
I wonder if you were simply drying your nails or waving goodbye




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Most interesting comment from YouTube:

Miss Taylor

I lost everything I had in the '29 flood
The barn was buried 'neath a mile of mud
Now I've got nothing but the whistle and the steam
My baby's leaving on the 2: 19
Now there's a fellow that's preaching 'bout hell and damnation
Bouncing off the walls in the Grand Central Station
I treated her bad, I treated her mean
Baby's leaving on the 2: 19
I said hey, hey, I don't know what to do
Hey, hey, I will remember you
Hey, hey, I don't know what to do
My baby's leaving on the 2: 19
Now I've always been puzzled by the yin and the yang
Come out in the wash, but it always leaves a stain
Sturm and Drang, the luster and the sheen
My baby's leaving on the 2: 19
Toss the baby with the water, and the preacher stole the bride
Sent her out for a bottle, but when she came back inside
Didn't have my whiskey, she didn't have my gin
But a hat full of feathers and a wicked grin
Hey, hey, I don't know what to do
Hey, hey, I will remember you
Hey, hey, I don't know what to do
My baby's leaving on the 2: 19
On the train you get smaller, as you get farther away
The roar covers everything you wanted to say
Was that a raindrop in the corner of your eye?
Were you drying your nails or waving goodbye?
I said hey, hey, I will remember you
Hey, hey, I don't know what to do
Hey, hey, I will remember you
My baby's leaving on the 2: 19
Hey, hey, I don't know what to do
Hey, hey, I will remember you
Hey, hey, I don't know what to do
My baby's leaving on the 2: 19
Hey, hey, I don't know what to do
Hey, hey, I will remember you
Hey, hey, I don't know what to do
My baby's leaving on the 2: 19
I said, hey



All comments from YouTube:

fan

This song is fucking incredible. Throw all the by-the-numbers, weak, imitation blues in the trash and play this 100x in a roe. This is raw as hell. The two guitars-one with the fuzz box, the other with a wah-wah- are dynamite. The beat is so weird and cool. It sounds like a mambo pattern, but there's a few layers, such as whatever is going on with that monstrous bass drum sound and the hammer-on-anvil percussion. I first heard this maybe 12 years ago, and it never gets old. Waits' old-school-blues-meets-the-apocalypse aesthetics are so well honed.

Miss Taylor

I lost everything I had in the '29 flood
The barn was buried 'neath a mile of mud
Now I've got nothing but the whistle and the steam
My baby's leaving on the 2: 19
Now there's a fellow that's preaching 'bout hell and damnation
Bouncing off the walls in the Grand Central Station
I treated her bad, I treated her mean
Baby's leaving on the 2: 19
I said hey, hey, I don't know what to do
Hey, hey, I will remember you
Hey, hey, I don't know what to do
My baby's leaving on the 2: 19
Now I've always been puzzled by the yin and the yang
Come out in the wash, but it always leaves a stain
Sturm and Drang, the luster and the sheen
My baby's leaving on the 2: 19
Toss the baby with the water, and the preacher stole the bride
Sent her out for a bottle, but when she came back inside
Didn't have my whiskey, she didn't have my gin
But a hat full of feathers and a wicked grin
Hey, hey, I don't know what to do
Hey, hey, I will remember you
Hey, hey, I don't know what to do
My baby's leaving on the 2: 19
On the train you get smaller, as you get farther away
The roar covers everything you wanted to say
Was that a raindrop in the corner of your eye?
Were you drying your nails or waving goodbye?
I said hey, hey, I will remember you
Hey, hey, I don't know what to do
Hey, hey, I will remember you
My baby's leaving on the 2: 19
Hey, hey, I don't know what to do
Hey, hey, I will remember you
Hey, hey, I don't know what to do
My baby's leaving on the 2: 19
Hey, hey, I don't know what to do
Hey, hey, I will remember you
Hey, hey, I don't know what to do
My baby's leaving on the 2: 19
I said, hey

Gary Good

Love him so much!!!!!

Clumsy Dad

this is what i'm talkin' bout ... this is my Tommy !

honouryourvomit

'was that a raindrop in the corner of your eye? were you drying your nails or waving goodbye?'

Eric Simpson

Thank you Tom wherever you are

Eushak_33

these lyrics are tufffff

Eric Simpson

TWFF

Rare that air
Hammond
Wicked grin

RIP Larry the mole Taylor

Masa

If there is any small town with a boast about how they relate to their Big City Counter Part and it's how The Heart of a Saturday Night relates To Orphans, Brawlers, Brawlers, and Bastards - Pawcatuck is one of them - and it's how it Relates to Miami - otherwise it's isn't Matti Salminen's Bicycle Hobbyist

Eric Simpson

Letterman

Everyone knows me, at the dump

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